So, When Dark Thoughts My Boding Spirit

There Is An Old Saying "well Begun Is Half Done"-'tis A Bad One. I Would Use Instead-not Begun At All 'til Half Done.

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

Tall Oaks Branch Charmed By The Earnest Stars Dream And So Dream All Night Without A Stir.

You Are Always New. The Last Of Your Kisses Was Even The Sweetest; The Last Smile The Brightest; The Last Movement The Gracefullest.

No Stir Of Air Was There, Not So Much Life As On A Summer's Day Robs Not One Light Seed From The Feather'd Grass, But Where The Dead Leaf Fell, There Did It Rest.