Noon - Is The Hinge

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

How Much Can Come And Much Can Go, And Yet Abide The World!

This Is My Letter To The World, That Never Wrote To Me, The Simple News That Nature Told, With Tender Majesty. Her Message Is Committed, To Hands I Cannot See; For Love Of Her, Sweet Countrymen, Judge Tenderly Of Me.

Spring Is The Period Express From God. Among The Other Seasons Himself Abide, But During March And April None Stir Abroad Without A Cordial Interview With God.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.