The Brain Is Wider Than

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

It Is True That The Unknown Is The Largest Need Of The Intellect, Though For It, No One Thinks To Thank God.

Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven A Knight So True

Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy Flower The Frost Beheads It At Its Play -- In Accidental Power -- The Blonde Assassin Passes On -- The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.