Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 'tis Little Joy To Know I'm Further Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!

When Was Ever Honey Made With One Bee In A Hive?