Silence Is The Best Response To A

The English Have A Scornful Insular Way Of Calling The French Light.

And If God Choose I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

Nor Myrtle--which Means Chiefly Love: And Love Is Something Awful Which One Dare Not Touch So Early O' Mornings.

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

For Me, My Heart, That Erst Did Go Most Like A Tired Child At A Show, That Sees Through Tears The Mummers Leap, Would Now Its Wearied Vision Close, Would Childlike On His Love Repose, Who Giveth His Beloved, Sleep.