Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only To Those

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.

Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, And Wants It Down.

But This We Know, The Obstacle That Checked And Tripped The Body, Shot The Spirit On Further Than Target Ever Showed Or Shone.

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.

He Is All Pine And I Am Apple Orchard. My Apple Trees Will Never Get Across And Eat The Cones Under His Pines, I Tell Him. He Only Says, "good Fences Make Good Neighbors.