Day! Faster And More Fast.

Each Life Unfulfilled, You See; It Hangs Still, Patchy And Scrappy: We Have Not Sighed Deep, Laughed Free, Starved, Feasted, Despaired,—been Happy.

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall Stop.

Faultless To A Fault.

What A Name! Was It Love Or Praise? Speech Half-asleep Or Song Half-awake? I Must Learn Spanish, One Of These Days, Only For That Slow Sweet Name's Sake.