That Strictly(and How)scienti Fic Land

Someones Married Their Everyones Laughed Their Cryings And Did Their Dance (sleep Wake Hope And Then) They Said Their Nevers They Slept Their Dream

Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason; My Sweet One

Peering From Some High Window; At The Gold Of November Sunset (and Feeling That If Day Has To Become Night This Is A Beautiful Way).

Must's A Schoolroom In The Month Of May

Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moon Perching On This Silver Minute Of Evening