Sweet April's Tears, Dead On The Hem

Men Praise Poverty, As The African Worships Mumbo Jumbo--from Terror Of The Malign Power, And A Desire To Propitiate At.

A Tender Sadness Drops Upon My Soul, Like The Soft Twilight Dropping On The World.

Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together.

Style, After All, Rather Than Thought, Is The Immortal Thing In Literature.

A Man Gazing At The Stars Is Proverbially At The Mercy Of The Puddles In The Road.