Do Ye Hear The Children Weeping, O

Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways.i Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach, When Feeling Out Of Sight For The Ends Of Being And Ideal Grace.

Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

Too Much Beauty, I Reckon, Is Nothing But Too Much Sun.

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