He Who Did Well In War Just

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

Death: The Grand Perhaps.

What So Wild As Words Are?