That Is My Being, The Madness Of

But You Were Something More Than Young And Sweet And Fair, - And The Long Year Remembers You.

Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Let Geese Gabble And Hiss, But Heroes Seek Release From Dusty Bondage Into Luminous Air.

The Fabric Of My Faithful Love No Power Shall Dim Or Ravel Whilst I Stay Here - But Oh, My Dear, If I Should Ever Travel!

O World, I Cannot Hold Thee Close Enough!