Bring Me The Sunset In

Vinnie Rocks Her Garden And Moans That God Won't Help Her. I Suppose He Is Too Busy Getting Angry With The Wicked Every Day.

Fearless--the Cobweb Swings From The Ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!

The Heart Asks Pleasure First, And Then, Excuse From Pain; And Then, Those Little Anodynes That Deaden Suffering; And Then, To Go To Sleep; And Then, If It Should Be The Will Of Its Inquisitor, The Liberty To Die.

If I Read A Book And It Makes My Whole Body So Cold No Fire Can Ever Warm Me, I Know That Is Poetry.

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.