Throw Not My Words Away,

This World Has Suns, But They Are Overcast;this World Has Sweets, But They're Of Ling'ring Bloom;life Still Expects, And Empty Falls At Last;warm Hope On Tiptoe Drops Into The Tomb.

I Ne'er Was Struck Before That Hour With Love So Sudden And So Sweet. Her Face It Bloomed Like A Sweet Flower And Stole My Heart Away Complete

I Found The Poems In The Fields And Only Wrote Them Down

The Present Is The Funeral Of The Past, And Man The Living Sepulchre Of Life.

He Could Not Die When The Trees Were Green, For He Loved The Time Too Well.