Many A Time I Have Been Half

You Are Always New To Me.

Parting They Seemed To Tread Upon The Air, Twin Roses By The Zephyr Blown Apart Only To Meet Again More Close.

Neither Poetry, Nor Ambition, Nor Love Have Any Alertness Of Countenance As They Pass By Me.

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

I Am In That Temper That If I Were Under Water I Would Scarcely Kick To Come To The Top.