The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!

Deep Violets, You Liken To The Kindest Eyes That Look On You, Without A Thought Disloyal.

Sleep On, Baby, On The Floor, Tired Of All The Playing, Sleep With Smile The Sweeter For That You Dropped Away In! On Your Curls' Full Roundness Stand Golden Lights Serenely-- One Cheek, Pushed Out By The Hand, Folds The Dimple Inly.

Nosegays! Leave Them For The Waking, Throw Them Earthward Where They Grew Dim Are Such, Beside The Breaking Amaranths He Looks Unto. Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

In Your Patience Ye Are Strong.