Only Where Love And Need Are One,

I Do Not See Why I Should E’er Turn Back, Or Those Should Not Set Forth Upon My Track To Overtake Me, Who Should Miss Me Here And Long To Know If Still I Held Them Dear. They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew — Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

What Is Done Is Done For The Love Of It- Or Not Really Done At All.

One Aged Man - One Man - Can't Fill A House.

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting.

A True Sonnet Goes Eight Lines And Then Takes A Turn For Better Or Worse And Goes Six Or Eight Lines More.