I Shall Smile When Wreaths Of Snow

How Cruel, Your Veins Are Full Of Ice-water And Mine Are Boiling

Though Earth And Man Were Gone, And Suns And Universes Ceased To Be, And Thou Wert Left Alone, Every Existence Would Exist In Thee.

Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea And Bad Temper!

If I Were In Heaven, Nelly, I Should Be Extremely Miserable." "because You Are Not Fit To Go There," I Answered. "all Sinners Would Be Miserable In Heaven.

No Coward Soul Is Mine.