In Delay There Lies No Plenty.

My Love Is Deep; The More I Give To Thee, The More I Have, Both Are Infinite.

The World Must Be Peopled!

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.

This Sanguine Coward, This Bed-presser, This Horseback-breaker, This Huge Hill Of Flesh!

A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep, And I Could Laugh; I Am Light And Heavy: Welcome.