Nothing More Do I Ask

The Mountain At A Given Distance In Amber Lies; Approached, The Amber Flits A Little,-- And That's The Skies!

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.

There Is Always One Thing To Be Grateful For - That One Is One's Self And Not Somebody Else.

Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We, At Our Supremest, Are But Its Trembling Emblems.

A Letter Always Seemed To Me Like Immortality Because It Is The Mind Alone Without Corporeal Friend.