Any Nose May Ravage With Impunity A

The Sea Heaves Up, Hangs Loaded O'er The Land, Breaks There, And Buries Its Tumultuous Strength.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

Twere Too Absurd To Slight For The Hereafter The Todays Delight!

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?