How Softly Summer Shuts, Without The Creaking

I Hide Myself Within My Flower That Wearing On Your Breast, You, Unsuspecting, Wear Me Too - And Angels Know The Rest. I Hide Myself Within My Flower, That, Fading From Your Vase, You, Unsuspecting, Feel For Me Almost A Loneliness.

If Your Nerve, Deny You - Go Above Your Nerve

Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth Outlasts The Sun.

A Toad, Can Die Of Light - Death Is The Common Right Of Toads And Men

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