I Have So Much Of You In

Poetry Should Be Great And Unobtrusive, A Thing Which Enters Into One's Soul, And Does Not Startle It Or Amaze It With Itself, But With Its Subject.

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

I Always Made An Awkward Bow.

Already With Thee! Tender Is The Night. . . But Here There Is No Light. . .

The Creature Has A Purpose, And His Eyes Are Bright With It.