Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be

An Idea Comes As Near To Something For Nothing As You Can Get.

Something Sinister In The Tone Told Me My Secret Must Be Known: Word I Was In The House Alone Somehow Must Have Gotten Abroad, Word I Was In My Life Alone, Word I Had No One Left But God.

I Never Dared To Be Radical When Young For Fear It Would Make Me Conservative When Old.

The Afternoon Knows What The Morning Never Suspected.

I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly Away, And Not Sing By My House All Day; Have Clapped My Hands At Him From The Door When It Seemed As If I Could Bear No More. The Fault Must Partly Have Been In Me. The Bird Was Not To Blame For His Key. And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.