Old Age Comes On Suddenly, And Not

Home Is The Definition Of God.

I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For Myself.

You Ask Of My Companions. Hills, Sir, And The Sundown, And A Dog As Large As Myself.

Here Is A Little Forest Whose Leaf Is Ever Green; Here Is A Brighter Garden, Where Not A Frost Has Been; In Its Unfading Flowers I Hear The Bright Bee Hum; Prithee, My Brother, Into My Garden Come!

You Remember My Ideal Cat Has Always A Huge Rat In Its Mouth, Just Going Out Of Sight - Though Going Out Of Sight In Itself Has A Peculiar Pleasure.