Morning Without You Is A

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

The Pedigree Of Honey Does Not Concern The Bee; A Clover, Any Time, To Him Is Aristocracy.

What Will The Solemn Hemlock- What Will The Oak Tree Say?

When He Tells Us About His Father, We Distrust Him. When He Shows Us His Home, We Turn Away, But When He Confides To Us That He Is Acquainted With Grief, We Listen, For That Also Is An Acquaintance Of Our Own.

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain