I Hope To Leave Behind A Few

New Is A Word For Fools In Towns Who Think Style Upon Style In Dress And Thought At Last Must Get Somewhere.

Oh, Come Forth Into The Storm And Rout And Be My Love In The Rain.

What An Exciting Age It Is We Live In With All This Talk About The Hope Of Youth And Nothing Made Of Youth.

I Only Hope That When I Am Free, As They Are Free To Go In Quest, Of The Knowledge Beyond The Bounds Of Life, It May Not Seem Better To Me To Rest.

A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never Take Notes In A Love Affair.