Write Me Of Hope And Love, And

When I State Myself, As The Representative Of The Verse, It Does Not Mean Me, But A Supposed Person.

Judge Tenderly Of Me.

Not If Their Party Were Waiting, Not If To Talk With Me Were To Them Now, Homesickness After Eternity.

Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond Its Whole Experience.

There Is A Zone Whose Even Years No Solstice Interrupt - Whose Sun Constructs Perpetual Noon Whose Perfect Seasons Wait - Whose Summer Set In Summer, Till The Centuries Of June And Centuries Of August Cease And Consciousness - Is Noon.