Drab Habitation Of Whom? Tabernacle Or Tomb

Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished Eyes

The Pleading Of The Summer - That Other Prank - Of Snow - That Cushions Mystery With Tulle, For Fear The Squirrels - Know.

Here Is A Little Forest Whose Leaf Is Ever Green; Here Is A Brighter Garden, Where Not A Frost Has Been; In Its Unfading Flowers I Hear The Bright Bee Hum; Prithee, My Brother, Into My Garden Come!

To Be Alive Is Power; Existence In Itself; Without A Further Function; Omnipotence.

I Cannot Help Esteem The 'bird Within The Hand' Superior To The One The 'bush' May Yield Me Or May Not Too Late To Choose Again