Life Isn't One Thing After Another, It's

I Drank At Every Vine, The Last Was Like The First. I Came Upon No Wine So Wonderful As Thirst.

Dust In An Urn Long Since, Dispersed And Dead Is Great Apollo; And The Happier He

I Will Come Back To You, I Swear I Will; And You Will Know Me Still. I Shall Be Only A Little Taller Than When I Went.

But She Was Not Made For Any Man, And She Will Never Be All Mine.

After The Feet Of Beauty Fly My Own.