A Town That Boasts Inhabitants Like Me

Fair Words Gladden So Many A Heart.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts

The Day Is Dark And Cold And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind Is Never Weary.

All Things Are Symbols: The External Shows Of Nature Have Their Image In The Mind , As Flowers And Fruits And Falling Of The Leaves.

Dead He Is Not, But Departed, For The Artist Never Dies.