Need We Say It Was

Lord, I Do Fear Thou'st Made The World Too Beautiful This Year My Soul Is All But Out Of Me-let Fall No Burning Leaf; Prithee, Let No Bird Call.

I Had A Little Sorrow, Born Of A Little Sin.

But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why, I Might As Well Be Glad!

Cruel Of Heart, Lay Down My Song. Your Reading Eyes Have Done Me Wrong. Not For You Was The Pen Bitten, And The Mind Wrung, And The Song Written.

To Be Grown Up Is To Sit At The Table With People Who Have Died, Who Neither Listen Nor Speak.