The Most Dire Disaster In Love Is

Lovely Are The Curves Of The White Owl Sweeping Wavy In The Dusk Lit By One Large Star. Lone On The Fir-branch, His Rattle-note Unvaried, Brooding O'er The Gloom, Spins The Brown Eve-jar.

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Who Rises From Prayer A Better Man, His Prayer Is Answered.

The Debts We Owe Ourselves Are The Hardest To Pay.

The Man Of Science Is Nothing If Not A Poet Gone Wrong.