I Argue Thee That Love

So Instead Of Getting To Heaven, At Last - I’m Going, All Along.

I Held A Jewel In My Fingers And Went To Sleep. The Day Was Warm, And Winds Were Prosy; I Said: "'t Will Keep." I Woke And Chid My Honest Fingers,— The Gem Was Gone; And Now An Amethyst Remembrance Is All I Own.

How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The Pod.

A Color Stands Abroad On Solitary Hills That Silence Cannot Overtake, But Human Nature Feels.

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.