The Things That Never Can Come Back,

We Trust In Plumed Procession For Such The Angels Go Rank After Rank, With Even Feet/and Uniforms Of Snow.

Dogs Are Better Than Human Beings Because They Know But Do Not Tell.

How Much Can Come And Much Can Go, And Yet Abide The World!

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I With Thee Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury! Futile – The Winds – To A Heart In Port – Done With The Compass – Done With The Chart! Rowing In Eden – Ah, The Sea! Might I Moor – Tonight – In Thee!