I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For

You Are Nipping In The Bud Fancies Which I Let Blossom. The Shore Is Safer, But I Love To Buffet The Sea - I Can Count The Bitter Wrecks Here In These Pleasant Waters, And Hear The Murmuring Winds, But Oh, I Love The Danger!

My Best Acquaintances Are Those With Whom I Spoke No Word

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care

Phosphorescence. Now There's A Word To Lift Your Hat To... To Find That Phosphorescence, That Light Within, That's The Genius Behind Poetry.

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.