No Man Is Good Enough To Be

A Pattern Is Either Right Or Wrong...it Is No Stronger Than Its Weakest Point.

I Know A Little Garden Close Set Thick With Lily And Red Rose, Where I Would Wander If I Might From Dewy Dawn To Dewy Night. And Have One With Me Wandering.

So With This Earthly Paradise It Is, If Ye Will Read Aright, And Pardon Me, Who Strive To Build A Shadowy Isle Of Bliss Midmost The Beating Of The Steely Sea.

The Reward Of Labour Is Life. Is That Not Enough?

Earth, Left Silent By The Wind Of Night,seems Shrunken 'neath The Gray Unmeasured Height.