Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

What Is Art But The Life Upon The Larger Scale, The Higher. When, Graduating Up In A Spiral Line Of Still Expanding And Ascending Gyres, It Pushes Toward The Intense Significance Of All Things, Hungry For The Infinite?

A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind Him, And Requires No Sweeper Up Of The Chips.

And Is It Not The Chief Good Of Money, The Being Free From The Need Of Thinking Of It?

That Headlong Ivy! Not A Leaf Will Grow But Thinking Of A Wreath, . . . I Like Such Ivy; Bold To Leap A Height 'twas Strong To Climb! As Good To Grow On Graves As Twist About A Thyrsus; Pretty Too (and That's Not Ill) When Twisted Round A Comb.