And Then--a Day As Huge As Yesterdays

Life Is A Spell So Exquisite That Everything Conspires To Break It.

I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road A Robber'd Like The Look Of,-- Wooden Barred, And Windows Hanging Low

Existence Has Overpowered Books. Today I Slew A Mushroom.

Those Who Lift Their Hats Shall See Nature As Devout Do God.

I Had No Time To Hate, Because The Grave Would Hinder Me, And Life Was Not So Ample I Could Finish Enmity Nor Had I Time To Love: But Since Some Industry Must Be, The Little Toil Of Love, I Thought, Was Large Enough For Me.