Childhood Is Not From Birth To A

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why, I Might As Well Be Glad!

Oh, Friend, Forget Not, When You Fain Would Note In Me A Beauty That Was Never Mine, How First You Knew Me In A Book I Wrote, How First You Loved Me For A Written Line.

L Am Not Resigned To The Shutting Away Of Loving Hearts In The Hard Ground. So It Is, And So It Will Be, For So It Has Been, Time Out Of Mind: Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise And The Lovely. Crowned With Lilies And With Laurel They Go; But I Am Not Resigned.

After The Feet Of Beauty Fly My Own.