At Christmas, I No More Desire A

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.