Must's A Schoolroom In The

Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat Flowers And Not To Be Afraid

Your Slightest Look Easily Will Unclose Me, Though I Have Closed Myself As Fingers, You Open Petal By Petal Myself A Spring Opens Her First Rose.

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty Thou Answereth Them Only With Spring.

Really Unreal World, Will You Perhaps Do The Breathing For Me While I Am Away?

Suppose Life Is An Old Man Carrying Flowers On His Head.