Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope Means Recognizing Fear.

Each Life Unfulfilled, You See; It Hangs Still, Patchy And Scrappy: We Have Not Sighed Deep, Laughed Free, Starved, Feasted, Despaired,—been Happy.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

We Find Great Things Are Made Of Little Things, And Little Things Go Lessening Till At Last Comes God Behind Them.

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.