Olive-Wood

The sky at night is not too large —
In Olivet I found it —
I never knew how small the world was
Till I put my arms around it.
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Happiness like sand
Through my fingers slips:
I have caught a grain or two
On my finger-tips.
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When I am here I am not there —
How very queer it seems
ThaThere, and There, and Everywhere
Are different kinds of dreams.
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