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

A wounded deer leaps highest, I’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs: A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings! Mirth is the mail of anguish, In which it caution arm, Lest anybody spy the blood And “You’re hurt” exclaim!