Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put

Our Journey Had Advanced; Our Feet Were Almost Come To That Odd Fork In Being's Road, Eternity By Term.

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.

Morning Without You Is A Dwindled Dawn.

Nothing Is The Force That Renovates The World.