Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I

A Soft Sea Washed Around The House A Sea Of Summer Air And Rose And Fell The Magic Planks That Sailed Without A Care — For Captain Was The Butterfly For Helmsman Was The Bee And An Entire Universe For The Delighted Crew.

You Can Stay Young As Long As You Learn.

When Everything That Ticked Has Stopped, And Space Stares, All Around, Or Grisly Frosts, First Autumn Morns, Repeal The Beating Ground.

Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift No Other Gift Supplies.

My Friends Are My Estate.