Earth's Crammed With Heaven.

I Love Thee With The Passion Put To Use In My Old Griefs, And With My Childhood's Faith. I Love Thee With A Love I Seemed To Lose With My Lost Saints,-i Love Thee With The Breath, Smiles, Tears, Of All My Life!-and, If God Choose, I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.

Gaze Up At The Stars Knowing That I See The Same Sky And Wish The Same Sweet Dreams.

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.

Some People Always Sigh In Thanking God.