Youth Is Stranger Than Fiction.

And In That Heaven Of All Their Wish, There Shall Be No More Land, Say Fish

Ponder Deep Wisdom, Dark Or Clear, Each Secret Fishy Hope Or Fear. Fish Say, They Have Their Stream And Pond; But Is There Anything Beyond? This Life Cannot Be All, They Swear, For How Unpleasant, If It Were! One May Not Doubt That, Somehow, Good Shall Come Of Water And Of Mud; And, Sure, The Reverent Eye Must See A Purpose In Liquidity.

And In My Flower-beds, I Think, Smile The Carnation And The Pink.

And I Shall Find Some Girl Perhaps, And A Better One Than You, With Eyes As Wise, But Kindlier, And Lips As Soft, But True, And I Dare Say She Will Do.

I Thought When Love For You Died, I Should Die. It's Dead. Alone, Most Strangely, I Live On.