I Like A Look Of

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

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.

Eternity' Is There, We Say, As Of A Station. Meanwhile, He Is So Near, He Joins Me In My Ramble? Divides Abode With Me? No Friend Have I That So Persists As This Eternity.

Knew I How To Pray, To Intercede For Your [broken] Foot Were Intuitive - But I Am But A Pagan.

Drunkards Of Summer Are Quite As Frequent As Drunkards Of Wine.