Poetry

Front 1

Visits the Calley;-break away the coulds,-
I bathe in the morn's soft and silvered air
And loiter willing by yon loitering stream
Sparrows far off, and nearer, April's bird
Blue-coated, flying before from tree to tree,
Courageous, sing a delicare overtude

Back 1

Emerson

Front 2

Going to Heaven!
I don't know when-
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I'm too astonished
To think of answering you!

Back 2

Dickinson

Front 3

As Adam early in the morning
Waling forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep,
Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach

Back 3

Whitman

Front 4

The claims of teh sea, of the tide, move out.
THe moon comes in with a claim its own
Painters on the beach pain their claims

Back 4

Sandburg

Front 5

Coldly the wind fell upon them
In many majesties of sound
They that had left the flame freaked sun
To seek a sun of fuller fire

Back 5

Stevens