Love In A Hut, With Water And

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

It Is A Flaw In Happiness To See Beyond Our Bourn, - It Forces Us In Summer Skies To Mourn, It Spoils The Singing Of The Nightingale.

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.

If Something Is Not Beautiful, It Is Probably Not True.

Was It A Vision Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music--do I Wake Or Sleep?