Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never

We Mortals Cross The Ocean Of This World Each In His Average Cabin Of A Life; The Bests Not Big, The Worst Yields Elbowroom.

Make Us Happy And You Make Us Good.

The World And Life's Too Big To Pass For A Dream

What Youth Deemed Crystal, Age Finds Out Was Dew.

Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!