In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
How lucious lies the pea within the pod.
A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die
Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.