Be Warm, Be Pure, Be Amorous, But

That Prose Is A Verse, And Verse Is A Prose; Convincing All, By Demonstrating Plain – Poetic Souls Delight In Prose Insane

Know Ye Not Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow? By Their Right Arms The Conquest Must Be Wrought?

And Those Who Saw, It Did Surprise, Such Drops Could Fall From Human Eyes.

I Am Always Most Religious Upon A Sunshiny Day.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.