That Queen Of Secrecy, The Violet.

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.

Death Is Life's High Meed.

We Have Oftener Than Once Endeavoured To Attach Some Meaning To That Aphorism, Vulgarly Imputed To Shaftesbury, Which However We Can Find Nowhere In His Works, That "ridicule Is The Test Of Truth."

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.