Fortune Befriends The Bold.

Prosperity Whose Sources Are Interior. As Soon Adversity A Diamond Overtake.

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night

I Tasted - Careless - Then - I Did Not Know The Wine Came Once A World - Did You? Oh, Had You Told Me So - This Thirst Would Blister - Easier - Now

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.