Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

Then Welcome Each Rebuff That Turns Earth's Smoothness Rough, Each Sting That Bids Nor Sit Nor Stand, But Go! Be Our Joys Three-parts Pain! Strive, And Hold Cheap The Strain; Learn, Nor Account The Pang; Dare, Never Grudge The Throe!

"with This Same Key Shakespeare Unlocked His Heart" Once More! Did Shakespeare? If So, The Less Shakespeare He!

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!