Do You Know," Peter Asked, "why Swallows

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

..children Know Such A Lot Now, They Soon Don't Believe In Fairies, And Every Time A Child Says, 'i Don't Believe In Fairies,' There Is A Fairy Somewhere That Falls Down Dead.

If You Shut Your Eyes And Are A Lucky One, You May See At Times A Shapeless Pool Of Lovely Pale Colours Suspended In The Darkness; Then If You Squeeze Your Eyes Tighter, The Pool Begins To Take Shape, And The Colours Become So Vivid That With Another Squeeze They Must Go On Fire.