A Murmur In The Trees - To

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I With Thee Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury! Futile – The Winds – To A Heart In Port – Done With The Compass – Done With The Chart! Rowing In Eden – Ah, The Sea! Might I Moor – Tonight – In Thee!

Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond Its Whole Experience.

You Are Out Of The Way Of Temptation And Out Of The Way Of The Tempter - I Didn't Mean To Make You Wicked - But I Was - And Am - And Shall Be - And I Was With You So Much That I Couldn't Help Contaminate.

Endow The Living - With The Tears - You Squander On The Dead.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar, Ready To Welcome The Ecstatic Experience.