Oh, To Be In England Now That

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

Oh The Wild Joys Of Living! The Leaping From Rock To Rock ... The Cool Silver Shock Of The Plunge In A Pool's Living Waters.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.

A Minute Of Success Pays For Years Of Failure.