No One Would Think He'd Make Such

I Am Tomorrow, Or Some Future Day, What I Establish Today. I Am Today What I Established Yesterday Or Some Previous Day.

They Lived And Laughed And Loved And Left.

Michael Robartes Remembers Forgotten Beauty And, When His Arms Wrap Her Round, He Presses In His Arms The Loveliness Which Has Long Faded From The World. Not This. Not At All. I Desire To Press In My Arms The Loveliness Which Has Not Yet Come Into The World.

Every Bond Is A Bond To Sorrow.

Oh Ireland My First And Only Love Where Christ And Caesar Are Hand In Glove!