There Are Tones Of Voices That Mean

I'm Not A Teacher, But An Awakener.

All The Fun Is In How You Say A Thing.

Tree At My Window, Window Tree, My Sash Is Lowered When Night Comes On; But Let There Never Be Curtain Drawn Between You And Me.

I Could Give All To Time Except--except What I Myself Have Held.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round