Nor Dim Nor Red, Like

Poetry Gives Most Pleasure When Only Generally And Not Perfectly Understood.

How Well He Fell Asleepl Like Some Proud River, Widening Toward The Sea; Calmly And Grandly, Silently And Deep, Life Joined Eternity.

I May Not Hope From Outward Forms To Win / The Passion And The Life, Whose Fountains Are Within.

How Like Herrings And Onions Our Vices Are In The Morning After We Have Committed Them.

Those Who Best Know Human Nature Will Acknowledge Most Fully What A Strength Light Hearted Nonsense Give To A Hard Working Man