That Is My Being, The Madness Of

Although We Sometimes Did Without A Few Of Life's Necessities, We Rarely Lacked For Its Luxuries.

Night Falls Fast. Today Is In The Past. Blown From The Dark Hill Hither To My Door Three Flakes, Then Four Arrive, Then Many More.

If I Love You Wednesday, What Is That To You? I Do Not Love You Thursday - So Much Is True.

The Heart Grows Weary After A Little Of What It Loved For A Little While.

But You, You Foolish Girl, You Have Gone Home To A Leaky Castle Across The Sea To Lie Awake In Linen Smelling Of Lavender, And Hear The Nightingale, And Long For Me.