The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees

... I Have No Letter From The Dead, Yet Daily Love Them More.

You Are Nipping In The Bud Fancies Which I Let Blossom. The Shore Is Safer, But I Love To Buffet The Sea - I Can Count The Bitter Wrecks Here In These Pleasant Waters, And Hear The Murmuring Winds, But Oh, I Love The Danger!

A Charm Invests A Face Imperfectly Beheld,— The Lady Dare Not Lift Her Veil For Fear It Be Dispelled. But Peers Beyond Her Mesh, And Wishes, And Denies,— Lest Interview Annul A Want That Image Satisfies.

A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

Narcotics Cannot Still The Tooth. That Nibbles At The Soul