A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain

Judge Tenderly Of Me.

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

A Death-blow Is A Life-blow To Some Who, Till They Died, Did Not Alive Become; Who, Had They Lived, Had Died, But When They Died, Vitality Begun.