Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy

The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of Beauty And The Feeble Wrong Because Of Weakness.

Xi I Sang His Name Instead Of Song; Over And Over I Sang His Name: Backward And Forward I Sang It Along, With My Sweetest Notes, It Was Still The Same! I Sang It Low, That The Slave-girls Near Might Never Guess, From What They Could Hear, That All The Song Was A Name.

Oh, The Little Birds Sang East, And The Little Birds Sang West.

Silence Is The Best Response To A Fool.

You Smell A Rose Through A Fence: If Two Should Smell It, What Matter?