I Could Not Prove The Years Had

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

Just Girt Me For The Onset With Eternity, When Breath Blew Back, And On The Other Side I Heard Recede The Disappointed Tide!

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

She Died--this Was The Way She Died; And When Her Breath Was Done, Took Up Her Simple Wardrobe And Started For The Sun. Her Little Figure At The Gate The Angels Must Have Spied, Since I Could Never Find Her Upon The Mortal Side.