Books Are Men Of Higher

Yet How Proud We Are, In Daring To Look Down Upon Ourselves!

The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'

Think, In Mounting Higher, The Angels Would Press On Us, And Aspire To Drop Some Golden Orb Of Perfect Song Into Our Deep, Dear Silence.

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.

You Smell A Rose Through A Fence: If Two Should Smell It, What Matter?