Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden

When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?

All The Breath And The Bloom Of The Year In The Bag Of One Bee; All The Wonder And Wealth Of The Mine In The Heart Of One Gem; In The Core Of One Pearl All The Shade And The Shine Of The Sea; Breath And Bloom, Shade And Shine,- Wonder, Wealth, And-how Far Above Them- Truth, That's Brighter Than Gem, Truth, That's Purer Than Pearl,- Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe- All Were For Me In The Kiss Of One Girl.