Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.

Absence - That Common Cure Of Love.

She Walks In Beauty, Like The Night Of Cloudless Climes And Starry Skies; And All That's Best Of Dark And Bright Meet In Her Aspect And Her Eyes.

That Prose Is A Verse, And Verse Is A Prose; Convincing All, By Demonstrating Plain – Poetic Souls Delight In Prose Insane