As Kingfishers Catch Fire, Dragonflies Draw Flame

O The Mind, Mind Has Mountains; Cliffs Of Fall Frightful, Sheer, No-man-fathomed. Hold Them Cheap May Who Ne'er Hung There. Nor Does Long Our Small Durance Deal With That Steep Or Deep.

Do You Know, A Horrible Thing Has Happened To Me. I Have Begun To Doubt Tennyson.

The Male Quality Is The Creative Gift.

What Is All This Juice And All This Joy? A Strain Of The Earth's Sweet Being In The Beginning In Eden Garden.-have, Get, Before It Cloy, Before It Cloud, Christ, Lord, And Sour With Sinning, Innocent Mind And Mayday In Girl And Boy, Most, O Maid's Child, Thy Choice And Worthy The Winning.

The Best Ideal Is The True And Other Truth Is None. All Glory Be Ascribed To The Holy Three In One.