When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The

Oh, Good Gigantic Smile O' The Brown Old Earth, This Autumn Morning! How He Sets His Bones To Bask I' The Sun, And Thrusts Out Knees And Feet. From The Ripple To Run Over In Its Mirth

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?

The Only Fault's With Time; All Men Become Good Creatures: But So Slow!

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.