The Heart That Is Conscious Of Its

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.

Date Not The Life Which Thou Hast Run By The Mean Of Reckoning Of The Hours And Days, Which Though Hast Breathed: A Life Spent Worthily Should Be Measured By A Nobler Line, - By Deeds, Not Years.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

I Loved Him For Himself Alone.

Never Say More Than Is Necessary.