Nor Myrtle--which Means Chiefly Love: And Love

Too Much Beauty, I Reckon, Is Nothing But Too Much Sun.

His Ears Were Often The First Thing To Catch My Tears.

How Many Desolate Creatures On The Earth Have Learnt The Simple Dues Of Fellowship And Social Comfort, In A Hospital.

O Brave Poets, Keep Back Nothing; Nor Mix Falsehood With The Whole! Look Up Godward! Speak The Truth In Worthy Song From Earnest Soul! Hold, In High Poetic Duty, Truest Truth The Fairest Beauty.

Earth's Crammed With Heaven.