These Men Are Worth Your Tears. You

Never Fear: Thank Home, And Poetry, And The Force Behind Both.

The Pallor Of Girls' Brows Shall Be Their Pall; Their Flowers The Tenderness Of Patient Minds, And Each Slow Dusk A Drawing-down Of Blinds.

Children Are Not Meant To Be Studied, But Enjoyed. Only By Studying To Be Pleased Do We Understand Them.

All The Poet Can Do Today Is Warn. That Is Why True Poets Must Be Truthful.

Those Who, Like The Beasts, Have No Such Hope, Pass Their Old Age Shrouded With An Inward Gloom.