A Murmur In The Trees - To

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

Ample Make This Bed. Make This Bed With Awe; In It Wait Till Judgment Break Excellent And Fair. Be Its Mattress Straight, Be Its Pillow Round; Let No Sunrise’ Yellow Noise Interrupt This Ground.

How Frugal Is The Chariot That Bears A Human Soul.

Love Is Done When Loves Begun, Sages Say, But Have Sages Known?

The Heart Asks Pleasure First, And Then, Excuse From Pain; And Then, Those Little Anodynes That Deaden Suffering; And Then, To Go To Sleep; And Then, If It Should Be The Will Of Its Inquisitor, The Liberty To Die.