The Flower-girl's Prayer To Buy Roses And

And Yet, Because I Love Thee, I Obtain From That Same Love This Vindicating Grace, To Live On Still In Love, And Yet In Vain

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed The Fingers Of This Hand Wherewith I Write; And, Ever Since, It Grew More Clean And White.

There Are Nettles Everywhere, But Smooth, Green Grasses Are More Common Still; The Blue Of Heaven Is Larger Than The Cloud.