To Multiply The Harbors Does

The Mountain At A Given Distance In Amber Lies; Approached, The Amber Flits A Little,-- And That's The Skies!

Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven A Knight So True

Sweet Skepticism Of The Heart That Knows And Does Not Know And Tosses Like A Fleet Of Balm Affronted By The Snow.

I Don't Profess To Be Profound; But I Do Lay Claim To Common Sense.

A Letter Always Seemed To Me Like Immortality Because It Is The Mind Alone Without Corporeal Friend.