If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught

Lofty Designs Must Close In Like Effects.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

Our Aspirations Are Our Responsibilities.

Outside Are The Storms And Strangers: We — Oh, Close, Safe, Warm Sleep I And She, — I And She!