Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
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!
You don't have to be a house to be haunted.
My life closed twice before its close