Stop And Consider! Life Is

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.

Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive.

Is There Another Life? Shall I Awake And Find All This A Dream? There Must Be We Cannot Be Created For This Sort Of Suffering.

No Sooner Had I Stepp'd Into These Pleasures Than I Began To Think Of Rhymes And Measures: The Air That Floated By Me Seem'd To Say 'write! Thou Wilt Never Have A Better Day.

My Love Is Selfish. I Cannot Breathe Without You.