Th' Embroid'ry Of Poetic Dreams.

Lights Of The World, And Stars Of Human Race.

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest; A Mind Quite Vacant Is A Mind Distressed.

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow.

Perhaps Thou Gav'st Me, Though Unseen, A Kiss; Perhaps A Tear, If Souls Can Weep In Bliss.

They Fix Attention, Heedless Of Your Pain, With Oaths Like Rivets Forced Into The Brain; And E'en When Sober Truth Prevails Throughout, They Swear It, Till Affirmance Breeds A Doubt.