No Matter Where The Body Is, The

What Is This Life If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare. No Time To Stand Beneath The Boughs And Stare As Long As Sheep Or Cows. No Time To See, When Woods We Pass, Where Squirrels Hide Their Nuts In Grass. No Time To See, In Broad Daylight, Streams Full Of Stars, Like Skies At Night. No Time To Turn At Beauty's Glance, And Watch Her Feet, How They Can Dance. No Time To Wait Till Her Mouth Can Enrich That Smile Her Eyes Began. A Poor Life This If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare.

I Love Thee For A Heart That’s Kind--not For The Knowledge In Thy Mind.

No Matter Where The Body Is, The Mind Is Free To Go Elsewhere.

But Cats To Me Are Strange, So Strange I Cannot Sleep If One Is Near.

When On A Summer's Morn I Wake, And Open My Two Eyes, Out To The Clear, Born-singing Rills My Bird-like Spirit Flies. To Hear The Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or Any Bird In Song; And Common Leaves That Hum All Day Without A Throat Or Tongue. And When Time Strikes The Hour For Sleep, Back In My Room Alone, My Heart Has Many A Sweet Bird's Song - And One That's All My Own.