You Don't Have To Be A House

I . . . Am Small, Like The Wren, And My Hair Is Bold Like The Chestnut Burr; And My Eyes Like The Sherry In The Glass That The Guest Leaves.

They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom They Call Their "father."

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -