All Clean And Comfortable I Sit Down

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

It Keeps Eternal Whisperings Around Desolate Shores

Let Us Not Go Hurrying About And Collecting Honey, Bee-like Buzzing Here And There For A Knowledge Of What Is Not To Be Arrived At, But Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive, Budding Patiently Under The Eye Of Apollo, And Taking Hints From Every Noble Insect That Favours Us With A Visit - Sap Will Be Given Us For Meat And Dew For Drink.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.