Crowded Places, I Shunned Them

Old Noted Oak! I Saw Thee In A Mood Of Vague Indifference; And Yet With Me Thy Memory, Like Thy Fate, Hath Lingering Stood For Years, Thou Hermit, In The Lonely Sea Of Grass That Waves Around Thee!

I Found The Poems In The Fields And Only Wrote Them Down

I Am Gennerally Understood Tho I Do Not Use That Awkward Squad Of Pointings Called Commas Colons Semicolons Etc.

Tasteful Illumination Of The Night, Bright Scattered, Twinkling Star Of Spangled Earth.

I Was Byron And Shakespeare Formerly.