You Are Always New. The Last Of

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till Experienced – Even A Proverb Is No Proverb Until Your Life Has Illustrated It

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

I Wish You Could Invent Some Means To Make Me At All Happy Without You. Every Hour I Am More And More Concentrated In You; Everything Else Tastes Like Chaff In My Mouth.

I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things.