The Soul's Rialto Hath Its Merchandise, I

He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most Air.

Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.

Oh, A Day In The City-square, There Is No Such Pleasure In Life!

Capacity For Joy Admits Temptation.

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways.i Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach, When Feeling Out Of Sight For The Ends Of Being And Ideal Grace.