Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

Give But A Grain Of The Heart's Rich Seed, Confine Some Under Cover, And When Love Goes, Bid Him God-speed. And Find Another Lover.

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap