A Stoic Of The Woods,--a Man Without

On Linden, When The Sun Was Low, All Bloodless Lay The Untrodden Snow, And Dark As Winter Was The Flow Of Iser, Rolling Rapidly.

Who Hail Thee, Man! The Pilgrim Of The Day, Spouse Of The Worm, And Brother Of The Clay.

Love's A Fire That Needs Renewal Of Fresh Beauty For Its Fuel.

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

Better Be Courted And Jilted Than Never Be Courted At All.