God Himself Is The Best

With What Cracked Pitchers Go We To Deep Wells In This World!

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

In This Abundant Earth No Doubt Is Little Room For Things Worn Out: Disdain Them, Break Them, Throw Them By! And If Before The Days Grew Rough We Once Were Lov'd, Us'd -- Well Enough, I Think, We've Far'd, My Heart And I.

Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But No Soul Touches Another, As A General Rule.

There's Nothing Great Nor Small, Has Said A Poet Of Our Day, Whose Voice Will Ring Beyond The Curfew Of Eve And Not Be Thrown Out By The Matin's Bell.