We Are Slumberous Poppies, Lords

The Golden Line Is Drawn Between Winter And Summer. Behind All Is Blackness And Darkness And Dissolution. Before Is Hope, And Soft Airs, And The Flowers, And The Sweet Season Of Hay; And People Will Cross The Fields, Reading Or Walking With One Another; And Instead Of The Rain That Soaks Death Into The Heart Of Green Things, Will Be The Rain Which They Drink With Delight; And There Will Be Sleep On The Grass At Midday, And Early Rising In The Morning, And Long Moonlight Evenings.

Oh For A Seat In Some Poetic Nook, Just Hid With Trees And Sparkling With A Brook!

Danger For Danger's Sake Is Senseless.

The Most Fascinating Women Are Those That Can Most Enrich The Every Day Moments Of Existence. In A Particular And Attaching Sense, They Are Those That Can Partake Our Pleasures And Our Pains In The Liveliest And Most Devoted Manner. Beauty Is Little Without This; With It She Is Triumphant.

Fail Not To Call To Mind, In The Course Of The Twenty-fifth Of This Month, That The Divinest Heart That Ever Walked The Earth Was Born On That Day; And Then Smile And Enjoy Yourselves For The Rest Of It; For Mirth Is Also Of Heaven's Making.