Don't Think Too Much Of Style.

Not On One Strand Are All Life's Jewels Strung.

In Prison Wearily, Drearily, Half The Day Long, Flap The Great Banners High Over The Stone; Strangely And Eerily Sounds The Wind's Song, Bending The Banner-poles. While, All Alone, Watching The Loophole's Spark, Lie I, With Life All Dark, Feet Tethered, Hands Fettered Fast To The Stone, The Grim Walls, Square Lettered With Prisoned Men's Groan. Still Strain The Banner-poles Through The Wind's Song, Westward The Banner Rolls Over My Wrong.

Between Complete Socialism And Communism There Is No Difference Whatever In My Mind.communism Is In Fact The Completion Of Socialism; When That Ceases To Be Militant And Becomes Triumphant, It Will Be Communism.

By God! I Will Not Tell You More To-day, Judge Any Way You Will - What Matters It?

Forgetfulness Of Grief I Yet May Gain;in Some Wise May Come Ending To My Pain;it May Be Yet The Gods Will Have Me Glad!yet, Love, I Would That Thee And Pain I Had!