A Face To Lose Youth For, To

O Never Star Was Lost; Here We All Aspire To Heaven And There Is Heaven Above Us. If I Stoop Into A Dark Tremendous Sea Of Cloud, It Is But For A Time; I Press God's Lamp Close To My Breast; Its Splendor Soon Or Late Will Pierce The Gloom. I Shall Emerge Some Day.

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

What So Wild As Words Are?

A Minute Of Success Pays For Years Of Failure.