Who Has Smelled The Woodsmoke At Twilight,

It Thrilled Through Him When He First Felt The Keel Answer To His Hand On The Spokes And Slide Over The Long Hollows As The Foresail Scythed Back And Forth Against The Blue Sky.

Youth Had Been A Habit Of Hers For So Long That She Could Not Part With It.

All Sensible Men Are Of The Same Religion, But No Sensible Man Ever Tells.

Ship Me Somewhere East Of Suez, Where The Best Is Like The Worst, Where There Aren't No Ten Commandments An' A Man Can Raisea Thirst.

One Half Of My Head, From The Top Of My Skull To The Cleft Of My Jaw, Hammers, Bangs, Sizzles While The Other Half, Serene And Content, Looks On At The Agony Next Door.