The Primary Notion I Hold To Be

And In Life's Noisiest Hour, There Whispers Still The Ceaseless Love Of Thee, The Heart's Self-solace And Soliloquy. You Mould My Hopes, You Fashion Me Within.

The Form Of Truth Will Bear Exposure, As Well As That Of Beauty Herself.

That Agony Returns; And Till My Ghastly Tale Is Told, This Heart Within Me Burns.

The One Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can, Hanging So Light, And Hanging So High, On The Topmost Twig That Looks Up At The Sky.

The Definition Of Good Prose Is Proper Words In Their Proper Places; Of Good Verse, The Most Proper Words In Their Proper Places.the Propriety Is In Either Case Relative. The Words In Prose Ought To Express The Intended Meaning, And No More; If They Attract Attention To Themselves, It Is, In General, A Fault.