When Trouble Haunts Me, Need I Sigh?no,

Love Lives With Nature, Not With Lust. Go Find Her In The Flowers.

I Found The Poems In The Fields And Only Wrote Them Down

Into The Nothingness Of Scorn And Noise, Into The Living Sea Of Waking Dreams, Where There Is Neither Sense Of Life Or Joys, But The Vast Shipwreck Of My Life's Esteems; And E'en The Dearest--that I Love The Best-- Are Strange--nay, Rather Stranger Than The Rest.

How Oft A Summer Shower Has Started Me; To Seek The Shelter Of A Hollow Tree

I Ne'er Was Struck Before That Hour With Love So Sudden And So Sweet. Her Face It Bloomed Like A Sweet Flower And Stole My Heart Away Complete