It is finished, is never said of us

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself.

The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.