LIFE
His is the halcyon table That never seats but one,And whatsoever is consumed The same amounts remain.
LXXXVII
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks;How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
LXXXVIII
HEAVEN is what I cannot reach!The apple on the tree,Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
The color on the cruising cloud, The interdicted groundBehind the hill, the house behind,— There Paradise is found!
LXXXIX
A WORD is deadWhen it is said, Some say.I say it justBegins to live That day.
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