November Always Seemed To Me The Norway

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.

The Abdication Of Belief Makes The Behavior Small- Better An Ignis Fatuus Than No Illume At All.

Answer July- Where Is The Bee- Where Is The Blush- Where Is The Hay? Ah, Said July- Where Is The Seed- Where Is The Bud- Where Is The May- Answer Thee-me-