To Make A Prairie It Takes A

My Best Acquaintances Are Those With Whom I Spoke No Word

The Pleading Of The Summer - That Other Prank - Of Snow - That Cushions Mystery With Tulle, For Fear The Squirrels - Know.

The Sailor Cannot See The North / But Knows The Needle Can.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

I Had No Time To Hate, Because The Grave Would Hinder Me, And Life Was Not So Ample I Could Finish Enmity Nor Had I Time To Love: But Since Some Industry Must Be, The Little Toil Of Love, I Thought, Was Large Enough For Me.