Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven

I Like A Look Of Agony, Because I Know It's True - Men Do Not Sham Convulsion, Nor Simulate, A Throe

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

The Vastest Earthly Day Is Shrunken Small By One Defaulting Face Behind A Pall.

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul, And Sings The Tune Without The Words, And Never Stops At All, And Sweetest In The Gale Is Heard; And Sore Must Be The Storm That Could Abash The Little Bird That Kept So Many Warm. I've Heard It In The Chilliest Land And On The Strangest Sea; Yet, Never, In Extremity, It Asked A Crumb Of Me.