A Person Who Has Not Done One

Though Earth And Man Were Gone, And Suns And Universes Ceased To Be, And Thou Wert Left Alone, Every Existence Would Exist In Thee.

He’s More Myself Than I Am

She Bounded Before Me, And Returned To My Side, And Was Off Again Like A Young Greyhound; And, At First, I Found Plenty Of Entertaiment In Listening To The Larks Singing Far And Near; And Enjoying The Sweet, Warm Sunshine; And Watching Her, My Pet, And My Delight, With Her Golden Ringlets Flying Loose Behind, And Her Bright Cheek, As Soft And Pure In Its Bloom, As A Wild Rose, And Her Eyes Radiant With Cloudless Pleasure. She Was A Happy Creautre, And An Angel In Those Those Days. It Is A Pity She Could Not Stay Content.

I'll Be As Dirty As I Please, And I Like To Be Dirty, And I Will Be Dirty!

I Shall Smile When Wreaths Of Snow Blossom Where The Rose Should Grow.