O Latest Born And Loveliest

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

I Scarcely Remember Counting Upon Happiness—i Look Not For It If It Be Not In The Present Hour—nothing Startles Me Beyond The Moment. The Setting Sun Will Always Set Me To Rights, Or If A Sparrow Come Before My Window I Take Part In Its Existence And Pick About The Gravel.

If Poetry Does Not Come As Naturally As Leaves To A Tree, Then It Better Not Come At All.

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.