I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With

Only Where Love And Need Are One, And The Work Is Play For Mortal Stakes Is The Deed Ever Truly Done For Heaven And The Future's Sakes

A Breeze Discovered My Open Book And Began To Flutter The Leaves To Look

Lord, I Have Loved Your Sky, Be It Said Against Or For Me, Have Loved It Clear And High, Or Low And Stormy...

We're Either Nothing Or A God's Regret.

Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.