Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

The Heavens And Earth Stay As They Were; My Heart Beats As It Beat: The Truth Remains The Truth.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

Look Not Down But Up!

What's A Man's Age? He Must Hurry More, That's All; Cram In A Day, What His Youth Took A Year To Hold.