Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But

I Would Build A Cloudy House For My Thoughts To Live In; When For Earth Too Fancy-loose And Too Low For Heaven! Hush! I Talk My Dream Aloud - I Build It Bright To See, - I Build It On The Moonlit Cloud, To Which I Looked With Thee.

Earth's Crammed With Heaven.

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.

Light Tomorrow With Today!

She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life, She Called A Virtuous Life, A Quiet Life, Which Was Not Life At All (but That She Had Not Lived Enough To Know)