Ah, I Could Lay Me Down In

I Am All The Time Talking About You, And Bragging, To One Person Or Another. I Am Like The Ancient Mariner, Who Had A Tale In His Heart He Must Unfold To All. I Am Always Buttonholing Somebody And Saying, "someday You Must Meet My Mother."

Strange How Few, After Alls Said And Done, The Things That Are Of Moment.

Life Is A Quest And Love A Quarrel

Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise And The Lovely.

Death Devours All Lovely Things; Lesbia With Her Sparrow Shares The Darkness--presently Every Bed Is Narrow.