I Never Lost As Much But Twice,

Time Is Short And Full, Like An Outgrown Frock - .

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—

A Murmur In The Trees - To Note - Not Loud Enough - For Wind - A Star - Not Far Enough To Seek - Nor Near Enough - To Find

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

September's Baccalaureate A Combination Is Of Crickets - Crows - And Retrospects And A Dissembling Breeze That Hints Without Assuming - An Innuendo Sear That Makes The Heart Put Up Its Fun And Turn Philosopher.