Lose Who May-i Still Can Say, Those

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

Are There Not, Dear Michael, Two Points In The Adventure Of The Diver,- One, When A Beggar He Prepares To Plunge; One, When A Prince He Rises With His Pearl? Festus, I Plunge.

At Last Awake From Life, That Insane Dream We Take For Waking Now.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

What A Name! Was It Love Or Praise? Speech Half-asleep Or Song Half-awake? I Must Learn Spanish, One Of These Days, Only For That Slow Sweet Name's Sake.