In Mid-wood Silence, Thus, How Sweet To

If Life Had A Second Edition, How I Would Correct The Proofs.

I Ne'er Was Struck Before That Hour With Love So Sudden And So Sweet. Her Face It Bloomed Like A Sweet Flower And Stole My Heart Away Complete

Forgive Me If, In Friendship’s Way, I Offer Thee A Wreath Of May.... [n]ourished By The Dews Of Heaven.... So I Have Ivy Placed Between, To Prove That Worth Is Ever Green. The Little Blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s Messenger In Every Spot, Smiling On All—"remember Me!

I Was Byron And Shakespeare Formerly.

Into The Nothingness Of Scorn And Noise, Into The Living Sea Of Waking Dreams, Where There Is Neither Sense Of Life Or Joys, But The Vast Shipwreck Of My Life's Esteems; And E'en The Dearest--that I Love The Best-- Are Strange--nay, Rather Stranger Than The Rest.