A Power Of Butterfly Must

Ample Make This Bed. Make This Bed With Awe; In It Wait Till Judgment Break Excellent And Fair. Be Its Mattress Straight, Be Its Pillow Round; Let No Sunrise’ Yellow Noise Interrupt This Ground.

Fame Is A Fickle Food Upon A Shifting Plate.

Eden Is That Old-fashioned House We Dwell In Every Day Without Suspecting Our Abode Until We Drive Away.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

My Love For Those I Love -- Not Many -- Not Very Many, But Don't I Love Them So?