Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring

Never Such Innocence, Never Before Or Since, As Changed Itself To Past Without A Word--the Men Leaving The Gardens Tidy, The Thousands Of Marriages Lasting A Little While Longer: Never Such Innocence Again.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

Walk With The Dead For Fear Of Death.

Still, Vicious Or Virtuous, Love Suits Most Of Us.