That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love;
That it will never come again Is what makes life so sweet.
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit — Life!
Such is the Force of Happiness — The Least — can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus —
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church — I keep it, staying at Home — With a Bobolink for a Chorister — And an Orchard, for a Dome —
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!
Shame need not crouch In such an Earth as Ours — Shame — stand erect — The Universe is yours.
Saying nothing, sometimes says the Most.
Ruin is formal — Devil’s work Consecutive and slow — Fail in an instant, no man did Slipping — is Crash’s law.
