Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.

It Was Not The Apple On The Tree But The Pair On The Ground That Caused The Trouble In The Garden Of Eden.

Yes, I Answered You Last Night; No, This Morning, Sir, I Say: Colors Seen By Candle-light Will Not Look The Same By Day.

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.

And Lilies Are Still Lilies, Pulled By Smutty Hands, Though Spotted From Their White.

Death Forerunneth Love To Win "sweetest Eyes Were Ever Seen."