How Softly Summer Shuts, Without The Creaking

Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy Flower The Frost Beheads It At Its Play -- In Accidental Power -- The Blonde Assassin Passes On -- The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

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

I Cling To Nowhere Until I Fall - The Crash Of Nothing.

[a] Mother Is One To Whom You Hurry When You Are Troubled.

'tis Sweet To Know That Stocks Will Stand When We With Daisies Lie- That Commerce Will Continue- And Trades As Briskly Fly.