And Gain Is Gain, However

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

Pippa's Song The Year's At The Spring The Day's At The Morn Morning's At Seven, The Hill Side's Dew-pearled The Lark's On The Wing The Snail's On The Thorn God's In His Heaven- All's Right With The World

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.