Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn What The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.

Please Don't Think Me Negligent Or Rude. I Am Both, In Effect, Of Course, But Please Don't Think Me Either.

I Would Blossom If I Were A Rose.

O Troubled Forms, O Early Love Unfortunate And Hard, Time Has Estranged You Into A Jewel Cold And Pure

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.