O Death, O Beyond, Thou Art Sweet,

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

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

Definition Of Love: A Score Of Zero In Tennis. I Love Thee With The Breath, Smiles, Tears Of All My Life.

And I Smiled To Think God's Greatness Flowed Around Our Incompleteness; Round Our Restlessness, His Rest.

But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In The Silence Than The Strong Man In His Wrath!