To Be Alive And To

The Late Evening Is The Time Of Times. Then With That Unearthly Beauty Before One It Is Not Hard To Realise How Far One Has To Go. To Write Something That Will Be Worthy Of That Rising Moon, That Pale Light.

In The Woods Where Snow Is Thick, Bars Of Sunlight Lay Like Pale Fire.

I Love The Rain. I Want The Feeling Of It On My Face.

Isn't Life,' She Stammered, 'isn't Life--' But What Life Was She Couldn't Explain. No Matter. He Quite Understood. 'isn't It, Darling?' Said Laurie.

Outside The Sky Is Light With Stars