Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time!

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.