My Heart Was Full Of Softening Showers,

I'm Alive Today, Therefore I'm Just As Much A Part Of Our Time As Everybody Else. The Times Will Just Have To Enlarge Themselves To Make Room For Me, Won't They, And For Everybody Else.

Why Does My Muse Only Speak When She Is Uhnhappy? She Does Not, I Only Listen When I Am Unhappy.

The World Is Come Upon Me, I Used To Keep It A Long Way Off, But Now I Have Been Run Over And I Am In The Hands Of The Hospital Staff.

Nothing Is More Wistful Than The Scent Of Lilac, Nor More Robust Than Its Woody Stalk, For We Must Remember That It Is A Tree As Well As A Flower, We Must Try Not To Forget This.

Oh Lion In A Peculiar Guise, Sharp Roman Road To Paradise, Come Eat Me Up, I'll Pay Thy Toll With All My Flesh, And Keep My Soul.