Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

Forever Is Composed Of Nows— 'tis Not A Different Time— Except For Infiniteness— And Latitude Of Home

I Stepped From Plank To Plank A Slow And Cautious Way

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.