Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase

The Words The Happy Say Are Paltry Melody But Those The Silent Feel Are Beautiful-.

It Is True That The Unknown Is The Largest Need Of The Intellect, Though For It, No One Thinks To Thank God.

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.

How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock, And Yet Does Not Intrude!

An Altered Look About The Hills; A Tyrian Light The Village Fills; A Wider Sunrise In The Dawn; A Deeper Twilight On The Lawn; A Print Of A Vermilion Foot; A Purple Finger On The Slope; A Flippant Fly Upon The Pane; A Spider At His Trade Again; An Added Strut In Chanticleer; A Flower Expected Everywhere.