Tears Are Summer Showers To The Soul.

Faded Smiles Oft Linger In The Face, While Grief's First Flakes Fall Silent On The Heart!

Life Seems Like A Haunted Wood, Where We Tremble And Crouch And Cry.

No One Can Rightly Call His Garden His Own Unless He Himself Made It.

When Held Up To The Window Pane, What Fixed My Baby Stare? The Glory Of The Glittering Rain, And Newness Everywhere.

Falling Stars Are High Examples Sent To Warn, Not Lure. Gross Fancy Says They Are Substantial Meteors; But That Is Not So. They Are The Merest Phantasies Of Night, When She's Asleep, And, Dimly Visited By Past Effects, She Dreams Of Lucifer Hurled Out Of Heaven.