My Own Thoughts Are My Companions.

There Is Nothing Holier In This Life Of Ours Than The First Consciousness Of Love, The First Fluttering Of Its Silken Wings.

Be Thy Sleep Silent As Night Is, And As Deep.

Welcome, My Old Friend, Welcome To A Foreign Fireside.

"do Not Fear! Heaven Is As Near," He Said, "by Water As By Land!"

Autumn Arrives Like A Warrior With The Stain Of Blood Upon His Brazen Mail. His Crimson Scarf Is Rent. His Scarlet Banner Drips With Gore. His Step Is Like A Flail Upon The Threshing Floor.