There Is Nothing So Skillful In Its

I Shall Be Found With 'indians' Engraved On My Brain When I Am Dead. A Fire Has Been Kindled Within Me, Which Will Never Go Out.

Bee To The Blossom, Moth To The Flame; Each To His Passion; What's In A Name?

That Indescribable Expression Peculiar To People Who Hope They Have Not Been Asleep, But Know They Have.

By All These Lovely Tokens September Days Are Here, With Summer's Best Of Weather And Autumn's Best Of Cheer.

Now And Then One Sees A Face Which Has Kept Its Smile Pure And Undefiled. Such A Smile Transfigures; Such A Smile, If The Artful But Know It, Is The Greatest Weapon A Face Can Have.