I Know What The Caged

I Hope There Is Something Worthy In My Writings And Not Merely The Novelty Of A Black Face Associated With The Power To Rhyme That Has Attracted Attention.

Only The Rich Are Lonesome.

We Wear The Mask That Grins And Lies.

A Song Fluttered Down In The Form Of A Dove, And It Bore Me A Message, The One Word-love!

This, This Indeed Is To Be Accursed, For If We Mortals Love, Or If We Sing, We Count Our Joys Not By What We Have, But By What Kept Us From That Perfect Thing.