Never The Time And The Place And

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.

O Lyric Love, Half Angel And Half Bird. And All A Wonder And A Wild Desire.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.