At Last Awake From Life, That Insane

I Give The Fight Up: Let There Be An End, A Privacy, An Obscure Nook For Me. I Want To Be Forgotten Even By God.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.

Love Is The Energy Of Life.

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.