A Grave, On Which To

I Would Build A Cloudy House For My Thoughts To Live In; When For Earth Too Fancy-loose And Too Low For Heaven! Hush! I Talk My Dream Aloud - I Build It Bright To See, - I Build It On The Moonlit Cloud, To Which I Looked With Thee.

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

Unless You Can Feel When The Song Is Done No Other Is Sweet In Its Rhythm; Unless You Can Feel When Left By One That All Men Else Go With Him.

And If God Choose I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

I Work With Patience, Which Is Almost Power.