How Many A Thing Which

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.

Could I Find A Place To Be Alone With Heaven, I Would Speak My Heart Out Heaven Is My Need.

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!