Where Soil Is, Men Grow, Whether To

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever.

O, Sorrow! Why Dost Borrow Heart's Lightness From The Merriment Of May?

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

I Have Met With Women Whom I Really Think Would Like To Be Married To A Poem And To Be Given Away By A Novel.