One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The

I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

There Are Those Who Believe Something, And Therefore Will Tolerate Nothing; And On The Other Hand, Those Who Tolerate Everything, Because They Believe Nothing.

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