For Frequent Tears Have Run; The Colours

Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

What Is Genius But The Power Of Expressing A New Individuality?

Beloved, Let Us Live So Well Our Work Shall Still Be Better For Our Love, And Still Our Love Be Sweeter For Our Work.

Alas, I Have Grieved So I Am Hard To Love. Yet Love Me--wilt Thou? Open Thine Heart Wide, And Fold Within, The Wet Wings Of Thy Dove.

Gaze Up At The Stars Knowing That I See The Same Sky And Wish The Same Sweet Dreams.