Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away

My Friends Are My Estate.

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.

An Altered Look About The Hills; A Tyrian Light The Village Fills; A Wider Sunrise In The Dawn; A Deeper Twilight On The Lawn; A Print Of A Vermilion Foot; A Purple Finger On The Slope; A Flippant Fly Upon The Pane; A Spider At His Trade Again; An Added Strut In Chanticleer; A Flower Expected Everywhere.

A Color Stands Abroad On Solitary Hills That Silence Cannot Overtake, But Human Nature Feels.