It’s thoughts and just One Heart
It’s thoughts and just One Heart
And Old Sunshine about
Make frugal Ones Content
And two or three for Company
Upon a Holiday
Crowded as Sacrament
Books when the Unit
Spare the Tenant long eno’
A Picture if it Care
Itself a Gallery too rare
For needing more
Flowers to keep the Eyes from going awkward
When it snows
A Bird if they prefer
Though Winter fire sing clear as Plover
To our ear
A Landscape not so great
To suffocate the Eye
A Hill perhaps
Perhaps the profile of a Mill
Turned by the Wind
Tho’ such are luxuries
It’s thoughts and just two Heart
And Heaven about
At least a Counterfeit
We would not have Correct
And Immortality can be almost
Not quite Content