A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.

Heart, We Will Forget Him! You And I, To-night! You May Forget The Warmth He Gave, I Will Forget The Light. When You Have Done, Pray Tell Me, That I My Thoughts May Dim; Haste! Lest While You’re Lagging, I May Remember Him!

I Never Saw A Meme; I Never Saw The Sea.

[a] Mother Is One To Whom You Hurry When You Are Troubled.