Children Use The Fist Until They Are

The Great Chasm Between The Thing I Say, And The Thing I Would Say, Would Be Quite Dispiriting To Me, In Spite Even Of Such Kindnesses As Yours, If The Desire Did Not Master The Despondency.

I Should Not Dare To Call My Soul My Own.

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.

The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May Stand And Share Its Dew Drop With Another Near.