No One Can Rightly Call

Falling Stars Are High Examples Sent To Warn, Not Lure. Gross Fancy Says They Are Substantial Meteors; But That Is Not So. They Are The Merest Phantasies Of Night, When She's Asleep, And, Dimly Visited By Past Effects, She Dreams Of Lucifer Hurled Out Of Heaven.

Alfred Austin Said, "show Me Your Garden And I Shall Tell You What You Are."

He Is Dead Already Who Doth Not Feel Life Is Worth Living Still.

In Vain Would Science Scan And Trace Firmly Her Aspect. All The While, There Gleams Upon Her Far-off Face A Vague Unfathomable Smile.

The Bright Incarnate Spirit Of The Morn.