Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

O Lyric Love, Half Angel And Half Bird. And All A Wonder And A Wild Desire.

What's A Man's Age? He Must Hurry More, That's All; Cram In A Day, What His Youth Took A Year To Hold.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.