You'll know it — as you know 'tis Noon —

A Charm invests a face

This is my letter to the World

I died for Beauty — but was scarce

To hear an Oriole sing

The Martyr Poets — did not tell —

Essential Oils — are wrung —

Publication — is the Auction

Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day

Split the Lark — and you'll find the Music

Tell all the truth but tell it slant —

To pile like Thunder to its close

A Word dropped careless on a Page

The Mind lives on the Heart

Could mortal lip divine

Speech is one symptom of Affection

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee