I Desire To Press In My Arms

Winds Of May, That Dance On The Sea, Dancing A Ring-around In Glee From Furrow To Furrow, While Overhead The Foam Flies Up To Be Garlanded, In Silvery Arches Spanning The Air, Saw You My True Love Anywhere? Welladay! Welladay! For The Winds Of May! Love Is Unhappy When Love Is Away!

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.

The Light Music Of Whiskey Falling Into Glasses Made An Agreeable Interlude.

I've Put In So Many Enigmas And Puzzles That It Will Keep The Professors Busy For Centuries Arguing Over What I Meant, And That's The Only Way Of Insuring One's Immortality.

My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth And My Soul Of Decayed Ambitions.