The Poetry Of The Earth Is Never

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

Give Me Women, Wine And Snuff Until I Cry Out 'hold, Enough!' You May Do So San Objection Till The Day Of Resurrection; For Bless My Beard Then Aye Shall Be My Beloved Trinity.

The Redbreast Whistles From A Garden-croft; And Gathering Swallows Twitter In The Skies.

I Love Your Hills And I Love Your Dales, And I Love Your Flocks A-bleating; But Oh, On The Heather To Lie Together, With Both Our Hearts A-beating!

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.