Chance Works For Us When We Are

She Whom I Love Is Hard To Catch And Conquer, Hard, But O The Glory Of The Winning Were She Won!

Swift Doth Young Love Flee, And We Stand Wakened, Shivering From Our Dream.

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.

Days, When The Ball Of Our Vision Had Eagles That Flew Unabashed To Sun; When The Graps On The Bow Was Decision, And Arrow And Hand And Eye Were One; When The Pleasures, Like Waves To A Swimmer, Came Heaving For Rapture Ahead! - Invoke Them, They Dwindle, They Glimmer As Lights Over Mounds Of The Dead.

The Most Dire Disaster In Love Is The Death Of Imagination.