Life Was A Storm To Wander Through.

And Thames And All The Rivers Of The Kings Ran Into Mississippi And Were Drowned. They Planted England With A Stubborn Trust But The Cleft Dust Was Never English Dust.

Dreaming Men Are Haunted Men.

Seine And Piave Are Silver Spoons, But The Spoonbowl-metal Is Thin And Worn

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The Trees In The Streets Are Old Trees Used To Living With People, Family Trees That Remember Your Grandfather's Name.

Life Was A Storm To Wander Through.