A Man In Armor Is His Armor's

And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

Fair Or Foul The Lot Apportioned Life On Earth, We Bear Alike.

Outside Are The Storms And Strangers: We — Oh, Close, Safe, Warm Sleep I And She, — I And She!