What Probing Deep Has Ever Solved The

My Mind Lets Go A Thousand Things, Like Dates Of Wars And Deaths Of Kings

A Man Is Known By The Company His Mind Keeps.

Turn On Its Noiseless Hinges, Delicate Sleep!

The Young Girl In My Story Is To Be As Sensitive To Praise As A Prism Is To Light. Whenever Anybody Praises Her She Breaks Into Colors.

Great Thoughts In Crude, Unshapely Verse Set Forth Lose Half Their Preciousness, And Ever Must, Unless The Diamond With Its Own Rich Dust Be Cut And Polished, It Seems Little Worth.