It Is Not Being Out

The Scarlet Of The Maples Can Shake Me Like A Cry Of Bugles Going By. And My Lonely Spirit Thrills To See The Frosty Asters Like A Smoke Upon The Hills.

Have Little Care That Life Is Brief, And Less That Art Is Long. Success Is In The Silences Though Fame Is In The Song.

Love Manifests Itself In Our Bodies As Instinctive Craving, In Our Souls As Devotion, And In Our Minds As Pride.

The Greatest Joy In Nature Is The Absence Of Man.

There Is Something In The Autumn That Is Native To My Blood- Touch Of Manner, Hint Of Mood; And My Heart Is Like A Rhyme, With The Yellow And The Purple And The Crimson Keeping Time.