No Man Had Ever Heard A Nightingale,

Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous, Or Impassioned.

When Angels Visit Earth, The Messengers Of God's Decree, They Come As Lightning, Wind: Before The Throne, They All Are Living Fire.

No Man Had Ever Heard A Nightingale, When Once A Keen-eyed Naturalist Was Stirred To Study And Define -- What Is A Bird.

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Breathe Free.

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.