Earth Is Crammed With Heavens.

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

Why Comes Temptation But For Man To Meet And Master And Make Crouch Beneath His Foot, And So Be Pedestaled In Triumph?