The Sidelong Glance Is What

Come Grow Old With Me, For The Best Is Yet To Come!

The Question That He Frames In All But Words Is What To Make Of A Diminished Thing.

Tree At My Window, Window Tree, My Sash Is Lowered When Night Comes On; But Let There Never Be Curtain Drawn Between You And Me.

We're Either Nothing Or A God's Regret.

Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.