We Must Be For Ourselves In The

I Have To Remind Myself To Breathe -- Almost To Remind My Heart To Beat!

It Was Not The Thorn Bending To The Honeysuckles, But The Honeysuckles Embracing The Thorn.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.

Though Earth And Man Were Gone, And Suns And Universes Ceased To Be, And Thou Wert Left Alone, Every Existence Would Exist In Thee.

The Entire World Is A Collection Of Memoranda That She Did Exist, And That I Have Lost Her.