I Have Heard Of Reasons Manifold Why

My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are Shut.

Where True Love Burns Desire Is Love's Pure Flame; It Is The Reflex Of Our Earthly Frame, That Takes Its Meaning From The Nobler Part, And But Translates The Language Of The Heart.

The Water-lily, In The Midst Of Waters, Opens Its Leaves And Expands Its Petals, At The First Pattering Of The Shower, And Rejoices In The Rain-drops With A Quicker Sympathy Than The Packed Shrubs In The Sandy Desert.

Iago's Soliloquy - The Motive-hunting Of A Motiveless Malignity - How Awful It Is!

A Spring Of Love Gush'd From My Heart, And I Bless'd Them Unaware.