By Mourning Tongues The Death

What We Have Not Named As A Symbol Escapes Our Notice.

Happy The Hare At Morning, For She Cannot Read The Hunter's Waking Thoughts.

The Actors Today Really Need The Whip Hand. They're So Lazy. They Haven't Got The Sense Of Pride In Their Profession That The Less Socially Elevated Musical Comedy And Music Hall People Or Acrobats Have. The Theater Has Never Been Any Good Since The Actors Became Gentlemen.

And Make Us As Newton Was, Who In His Garden Watching The Apple Falling Towards England, Became Aware Between Himself And Her Of An Eternal Tie.

Sob, Heavy World Sob As You Spin, Mantled In Mist Remote From The Happy.