Night Falls Fast. Today Is In The

But Far, Oh, Far As Passionate Eye Can Reach, And Long, Ah, Long As Rapturous Eye Can Cling, The World Is Mine: Blue Hill, Still Silver Lake, Broad Field, Bright Flower, And The Long White Road A Gateless Garden, And An Open Path: My Feet To Follow, And My Heart To Hold.

It's Not Love's Going Hurts My Days But That It Went In Little Ways.

To A Young Poet Time Cannot Break The Bird's Wing From The Bird. Bird And Wing Together Go Down, One Feather. No Thing That Ever Flew, Not The Lark, Not You, Can Die As Others Do.

If I Love You Wednesday, What Is That To You? I Do Not Love You Thursday - So Much Is True.

Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn What The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.