Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company

She Danced A Jig, She Sung A Song That Took My Heart Away.

Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead Than Any Sleep.

Does Not The Latent Feeling That Much Of Their Striving Is To No Purpose Tend To Infuse Large Quantities Of Sham Into Men's Work?

Ring-ting! I Wish I Were A Primrose, A Bright Yellow Primrose Blowing In The Spring! The Stooping Boughs Above Me, The Wandering Bee To Love Me, The Fern And Moss To Creep Across, And The Elm-tree For Our King!

Autumn's The Mellow Time.