Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

Stand Still, True Poet That You Are! I Know You; Let Me Try And Draw You. Some Night You'll Fail Us: When Afar You Rise, Remember One Man Saw You, Knew You, And Named A Star!

Faultless To A Fault.