Forever Is Comprised Of Nows.

Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished Eyes

Narcotics Cannot Still The Tooth. That Nibbles At The Soul

I Dwell In Possibility.

What Will The Solemn Hemlock- What Will The Oak Tree Say?

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.