a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

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!

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

Pain has an element of blank

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.