Whoever Lives True Life, Will Love True

Unless You Can Feel When The Song Is Done No Other Is Sweet In Its Rhythm; Unless You Can Feel When Left By One That All Men Else Go With Him.

Utterance Is The Evidence Of Foregone Study.

And If God Choose I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

Sleep On, Baby, On The Floor, Tired Of All The Playing, Sleep With Smile The Sweeter For That You Dropped Away In! On Your Curls' Full Roundness Stand Golden Lights Serenely-- One Cheek, Pushed Out By The Hand, Folds The Dimple Inly.

Measure Not The Work Until The Day's Out And The Labor Done.