I See Thee Better In The Dark

I Miss The Grasshoppers Much, But Suppose It Is All For The Best. I Should Become Too Much Attached To A Trotting World.

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain

We Must Be Careful What We Say. No Bird Resumes Its Egg.

How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock, And Yet Does Not Intrude!

It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play.