The People I Want To Hear About

A Breeze Discovered My Open Book And Began To Flutter The Leaves To Look

For Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief Merely Because It Ceases To Be True

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow, Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief... Retard The Sun With Gentle Mist; Enchant The Land With Amethyst.

The Problem For The King Is Just How Strict The Lack Of Liberty, The Squeeze Of The Law And Discipline Should Be In School And State.

A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.