The Day Is Gone, And

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children. The Mighty Abstract Idea I Have Of Beauty In All Things Stifles The More Divided And Minute Domestic Happiness.

Tall Oaks Branch Charmed By The Earnest Stars Dream And So Dream All Night Without A Stir.

He Who Saddens At Thought Of Idleness Cannot Be Idle, / And He's Awake Who Thinks Himself Asleep.

That Queen Of Secrecy, The Violet.

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!