All The Fun Is In How You

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.

Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.

I See For Nature No Defeat In One Tree's Overthrow Or For Myself In My Retreat For Yet Another Blow.