Love Lives On, And Hath A Power

It Is Good To Lengthen To The Last A Sunny Mood.

The Quiet Tenderness Of Chaucer, Where You Almost Seem To Hear The Hot Tears Falling, And The Simple Choking Words Sobbed Out.

Stern Men With Empires In Their Brains.

There Is No Self-delusion More Fatal Than That Which Makes The Conscience Dreamy With The Anodyne Of Lofty Sentiments, While The Life Is Groveling And Sensual

Tiny Salmoneus Of The Air His Mimic Bolts The Firefly Threw.