Home Links An altered look about the hills Going to heaven! Come slowly, Eden! New feet within my garden go The rose did caper on her cheek The daisy follows soft the sun The gentian weaves her fringes Success is counted sweetest Our share of night to bear Soul, wilt thou toss again? Glee! the great storm is over! Airline tickets A wounded deer leaps highest Much madness is divinest sense

Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.