I Seem To Have Always One Little

No Man Had Ever Heard A Nightingale, When Once A Keen-eyed Naturalist Was Stirred To Study And Define -- What Is A Bird.

Naught Is Too Small And Soft To Turn And Sting.

I Am Never Going To Write For The Sake Of Writing.

Life's Sharpest Rapture Is Surcease Of Pain.

Kindle The Taper Like The Steadfast Star Ablaze On Evening's Forehead O'er The Earth, And Add Each Night A Lustre Till Afar An Eightfold Splendor Shine Above Thy Hearth.