He Looks The Whole World In The

The Setting Of A Great Hope Is Like The Setting Of The Sun. The Brightness Of Our Life Is Gone.

The Morning Pouring Everywhere, Its Golden Glory On The Air.

Gone Are The Birds That Were Our Summer Guests.

I Love An Author The More For Having Been Himself A Lover Of Books.

The Wreck Of The Hesperus But The Father Answered Never A Word, A Frozen Corpse Was He.