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 Eya Shoes RRH Shoes Abreo Shoes Falga Shoes Faere Shoes Faast Shoes Favvo Shoes Faggo Shoes

The gentian weaves her fringes, The maple's loom is red. My departing blossoms Obiate parade. A brief, but patient illness, An hour to prepare; And one, below this morning, Is where the angels are. It was a short procession,-- The bobolink was there, An aged bee addressed us, And then we knelt in prayer. We trust that she was willing,-- We ask that we may be. Summer, sister, seraph, Let us go with thee! In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!