Everything Mortal Has Moments Immortal

I Never Deny Poems When They Come; Whatever I Am Doing, Whatever I Am Writing, I Lay It Aside And Attend To The Arriving Poem.

Time! Joyless Emblem Of The Greed Of Millions, Robber Of The Best Which Earth Can Give.

I Shall Go Up And Down In My Gown. Gorgeously Arrayed, Boned And Stayed.

Even Pain Pricks To Livelier Living.

Oh! To Be A Butterfly Still, Upon A Flower, Winking With Its Painted Wings, Happy In The Hour.