Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely,

And Some Win Peace Who Spend The Skill Of Words To Sweeten Despair Of Finding Consolation Where Life Has But One Dark End.

Do Diddle Di Do, Poor Jim Jay Got Stuck Fast In Yesterday.

As Long As I Live I Shall Always Be My Self - And No Other, Just Me.

A Face Peered. All The Grey Night In Chaos Of Vacancy Shone; Nought But Vast Sorrow Was There The Sweet Cheat Gone.

For Beauty With Sorrow Is A Burden Hard To Be Borne: The Evening Light On The Foam, And The Swans, There; That Music, Remote, Forlorn.