How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

There Is A Zone Whose Even Years No Solstice Interrupt - Whose Sun Constructs Perpetual Noon Whose Perfect Seasons Wait - Whose Summer Set In Summer, Till The Centuries Of June And Centuries Of August Cease And Consciousness - Is Noon.

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away

The Dandelion's Pallid Tube Astonishes The Grass, And Winter Instantly Becomes An Infinite Alas.