Such Ever Was Love's Way:

No! Let Me Taste The Whole Of It, Fare Like My Peers, The Heroes Of Old, Bear The Brunt, In A Minute Pay Glad Life's Arrears Of Pain, Darkness And Cold.

Wander At Will, Day After Day,-- Wander Away, Wandering Still-- Soul That Canst Soar! Body May Slumber: Body Shall Cumber Soul-flight No More.

Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.