Even Pain Pricks To Livelier Living.

I Shall Go Up And Down In My Gown. Gorgeously Arrayed, Boned And Stayed.

When I Go Away From You The World Beats Dead Like A Slackened Drum.

My Heart Is Tuned To Sorrow, And The Strings Vibrate Most Readily To Minor Chords, Searching And Sad; My Mind Is Stuffed With Words Which Voice The Passion And The Ache Of Things: Illusions Beating With Their Baffled Wings Against The Walls Of Circumstance.

Everything Mortal Has Moments Immortal

Time! Joyless Emblem Of The Greed Of Millions, Robber Of The Best Which Earth Can Give.