The Ocean Moans Over Dead Men's Bones.

True Art Selects And Paraphrases, But Seldom Gives A Verbatim Translation.

What Probing Deep Has Ever Solved The Mystery Of Sleep?

The Ocean Moans Over Dead Men's Bones.

Decoration Day Is The Most Beautiful Of Our National Holidays.... The Grim Cannon Have Turned Into Palm Branches, And The Shell And Shrapnel Into Peach Blossoms.

I Like Not Lady-slippers, Nor Yet The Sweet-pea Blossoms, Nor Yet The Flaky Roses, Red Or White As Snow; I Like The Chaliced Lilies, The Heavy Eastern Lilies, The Gorgeous Tiger-lilies, That In Our Garden Grow.