Solitude Is Very Sad, Too

O Spirit Of The Summertime! Bring Back The Roses To The Dells; The Swallow From Her Distant Clime, The Honey-bee From Drowsy Cells. Bring Back The Friendship Of The Sun; The Gilded Evenings, Calm And Late, When Merry Children Homeward Run, And Peeping Stars Bid Lovers Wait. Bring Back The Singing; And The Scent Of Meadowlands At Dewy Prime;- Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou Spirit Of The Summertime!

Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou Spirit Of The Summer-time!

Autumn's The Mellow Time.

Writing Is Learning To Say Nothing, More Cleverly Every Day.

Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead Than Any Sleep.