Not If Their Party Were

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

The Reticent Volcano Keeps His Never Slumbering Plan - Confided Are His Projects Pink To No Precarious Man.

Celebrity Is The Chastisement Of Merit And The Punishment Of Talent.

I Never Saw A Moor, I Never Saw The Sea; Yet Know I How The Heather Looks, And What A Wave Must Be. I Never Spoke With God, Nor Visited In Heaven; Yet Certain Am I Of The Spot, As If A Chart Were Given.