She Stood Breast-high Amid The

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

Tis Like The Birthday Of The World, When Earth Was Born In Bloom; The Light Is Made Of Many Dyes, The Air Is All Perfume: There's Crimson Buds, And White And Blue, The Very Rainbow Showers Have Turned To Blossoms Where They Fell, And Sown The Earth With Flowers.

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.

The Moon, The Moon, So Silver And Cold, Her Fickle Temper Has Oft Been Told, Now Shade--now Bright And Sunny-- But Of All The Lunar Things That Change, The One That Shows Most Fickle And Strange, And Takes The Most Eccentric Range, Is The Moon--so Called--of Honey!

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?