Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven

This Is My Letter To The World, That Never Wrote To Me, The Simple News That Nature Told, With Tender Majesty. Her Message Is Committed, To Hands I Cannot See; For Love Of Her, Sweet Countrymen, Judge Tenderly Of Me.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

We Meet No Stranger, But Ourself.

Unable Are The Loved To Die For Love Is Immortality, Nay, It Is Deity - Unable They That Love - To Die For Love Reforms Vitality Into Divinity.

Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something, It Is What It Is.