A Great Hope Fell You Heard No

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

For Love Is Immortality.

Noon - Is The Hinge Of Day-.

Affection Is Like Bread, Unnoticed Till We Starve, And Then We Dream Of It, And Sing Of It, And Paint It, When Every Urchin In The Street Has More Than He Can Eat.