Time Is, Time Was, But Time Shall

Welcome, O Life! I Go To Encounter For The Millionth Time The Reality Of Experience And To Forge In The Smithy Of My Soul The Uncreated Conscience Of My Race.

Ireland Sober Is Ireland Stiff.

Winds Of May, That Dance On The Sea, Dancing A Ring-around In Glee From Furrow To Furrow, While Overhead The Foam Flies Up To Be Garlanded, In Silvery Arches Spanning The Air, Saw You My True Love Anywhere? Welladay! Welladay! For The Winds Of May! Love Is Unhappy When Love Is Away!

The Supreme Question About A Work Of Art Is Out Of How Deep A Life Does It Spring.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.