Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead

Now Autumn's Fire Burns Slowly Along The Woods And Day By Day The Dead Leaves Fall And Melt.

The Mother's Kiss Is The Sweetest Thing Ever.

Soul's Castle Fell At One Blast Of Temptation, But Many A Worm Had Pierced The Foundation.

Ring-ting! I Wish I Were A Primrose, A Bright Yellow Primrose Blowing In The Spring! The Stooping Boughs Above Me, The Wandering Bee To Love Me, The Fern And Moss To Creep Across, And The Elm-tree For Our King!

Writing Is Learning To Say Nothing, More Cleverly Every Day.