- The World
I wish this world and its green hills were mine,
But it is not; the wandering shepherd star
Is not more distant, gazing from afar
On the unreapë"d pastures of the sea,
...
- The New Ghost
'And he, casting away his garment, rose and came to Jesus.'
And he cast it down, down, on the green grass,
...
- A Man Dreams That He Is The Creator
I sat in heaven like the sun
Above a storm when winter was:
I took the snowflakes one by one
And turned their fragile shapes to glass:
...