Life Treads On Life, And Heart On

Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

And Lips Say “god Be Pitiful,” Who Ne'er Said “god Be Praised.”

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental; It Rejects The Edifying Cathedral And Indelibly Photographs The Small Boy Outside, Chewing A Hunk Of Melon In The Dust.

New Angel Mine, Unhoped For In The World!

Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before They Grow The Ivy.