Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.

Stand Still, True Poet That You Are! I Know You; Let Me Try And Draw You. Some Night You'll Fail Us: When Afar You Rise, Remember One Man Saw You, Knew You, And Named A Star!

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.