A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -
Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.