Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice

The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Swam.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I With Thee Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury! Futile – The Winds – To A Heart In Port – Done With The Compass – Done With The Chart! Rowing In Eden – Ah, The Sea! Might I Moor – Tonight – In Thee!

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It

To Shut Your Eyes Is To Travel.

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.