Endow The Living - With The Tears

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present On The Year At Any Other Period - When March Is Scarcely Here A Color Stands Abroad On Solitary Fields That Science Cannot Overtake But Human Nature Feels. It Waits Upon The Lawn, It Shows The Furthest Tree Upon The Furthest Slope You Know It Almost Speaks To You. Then As Horizons Step Or Noons Report Away Without The Formula Of Sound It Passes And We Stay - A Quality Of Loss Affecting Our Content As Trade Had Suddenly Encroached Upon A Sacrament.

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally Rides

A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not The Power To Die

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die.

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.