A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not

Celebrity Is The Chastisement Of Merit And The Punishment Of Talent.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

By Chivalries As Tiny, A Blossom, Or A Book, The Seeds Of Smiles Are Planted- Which Blossom In The Dark.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul, And Sings The Tune Without The Words, And Never Stops At All, And Sweetest In The Gale Is Heard; And Sore Must Be The Storm That Could Abash The Little Bird That Kept So Many Warm. I've Heard It In The Chilliest Land And On The Strangest Sea; Yet, Never, In Extremity, It Asked A Crumb Of Me.

The Truth Never Flaunted A Sign.