In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.

I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!