Hope . . . Never Stops At

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several- Childhood-some Forms Of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may Sometimes Make A Journey- And Still Abide-.

They Say That 'home Is Where The Heart Is.' I Think It Is Where The House Is, And The Adjacent Buildings.

It Is True That The Unknown Is The Largest Need Of The Intellect, Though For It, No One Thinks To Thank God.

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream