I Should, Many A Good Day, Have

But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.

Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did Not Show It, For Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

The Castled Crag Of Drachenfels, Frowns O'er The Wide And Winding Rhine, Whose Breast Of Waters Broadly Swells Between The Banks Which Bear The Vine, And Hills All Rich With Blossom'd Trees, And Fields Which Promise Corn And Wine, And Scatter'd Cities Crowning These, Whose Far White Walls Along Them Shine.