Of Power Does Man Possess

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.