The 'good Old Times' -

This Is To Be Along; This, This Is Solitude!

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

Hatred Is The Madness Of The Heart.

The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

The Stars Are Forth, The Moon Above The Tops Of The Snow-shining Mountains--beautiful! I Linger Yet With Nature, For The Night Hath Been To Me A More Familiar Face Than That Of Man, And In Her Starry Shade Of Dim And Solitary Loveliness I Learned The Language Of Another World.