I Go Into My Library And All

Trees Are Your Best Antiques

Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of Time Is England. England!

The Dead Keep Their Secrets, And In A While We Shall Be As Wise As They - And As Taciturn.

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

In Winter, When The Dismal Rain Comes Down In Slanting Lines, And Wind, That Grand Old Harper, Smote His Thunder-harp Of Pines.