To Be Alive──is Power.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I With Thee Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury! Futile – The Winds – To A Heart In Port – Done With The Compass – Done With The Chart! Rowing In Eden – Ah, The Sea! Might I Moor – Tonight – In Thee!

The Truth Never Flaunted A Sign.

A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

The Service Without Hope Is Tenderest, I Think-- ... There Is No Diligence Like That That Knows Not An Until

Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift No Other Gift Supplies.