I Have A Heart With Room For

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.

Man Is A Military Animal, Glories In Gunpowder, And Loves Parade.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.