I Could Not Prove The Years Had

The Poet Lights The Light And Fades Away. But The Light Goes On And On.

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted.

Those Who Have Not Found The Heaven Below, Will Fail Of It Above.

Answer July- Where Is The Bee- Where Is The Blush- Where Is The Hay? Ah, Said July- Where Is The Seed- Where Is The Bud- Where Is The May- Answer Thee-me-

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.