My Sun Sets To Raise Again.

The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May Stand And Share Its Dew Drop With Another Near.

You Smell A Rose Through A Fence: If Two Should Smell It, What Matter?

Books Are Men Of Higher Stature.

Love Me Sweet With All Thou Art Feeling, Thinking, Seeing; Love Me In The Lightest Part, Love Me In Full Being.

God Answers Sharp And Sudden On Some Prayers, And Thrusts The Thing We Have Prayed For In Our Face, A Gauntlet With A Gift In It.