Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish,

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, One Clover, And A Bee, And Revery. The Revery Alone Will Do, If Bees Are Few.

Fortune Befriends The Bold.

You Ask Of My Companions. Hills, Sir, And The Sundown, And A Dog As Large As Myself.

A Murmur In The Trees - To Note - Not Loud Enough - For Wind - A Star - Not Far Enough To Seek - Nor Near Enough - To Find

I Started Early, Took My Dog, And Visited The Sea; The Mermaids In The Basement Came Out To Look At Me