His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long

We Meet No Stranger, But Ourself.

Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And There Lies Freedom.

Forever - Is Composed Of Nows - 'tis Not A Different Time... Let Months Dissolve In Further Months - And Years - Exhale In Years.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

What Will The Solemn Hemlock- What Will The Oak Tree Say?