For I Thought Epicurus And Lucretius By

In Spring More Mortal Singers Than Belong To Any One Place Cover Us With Song. Thrush, Bluebird, Blackbird, Sparrow, And Robin Throng.

There Never Was Any Heart Truly Great And Generous, That Was Not Also Tender And Compassionate.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

Poetry Should Be Common In Experience But Uncommon In Books.

I Hope To Leave Behind A Few Poems It Will Be Hard To Get Rid Of.