We Think-although Of Course, Now, We Very

I Am Not A Tentative Person. Whatever I Do, I Give Up My Whole Self To It.

When You Are Corn And Roses And At Rest I Shall Endure, A Dense And Sanguine Ghost To Haunt The Scene Where I Was Happiest To Bend Above The Thing I Loved The Most

Pour Away Despair And Rinse The Cup. Eat Happiness Like Bread.

Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn What The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.

That Is My Being, The Madness Of An Unaccustomed Mood.