Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.

Naught Is Too Small And Soft To Turn And Sting.

Kindle The Taper Like The Steadfast Star Ablaze On Evening's Forehead O'er The Earth, And Add Each Night A Lustre Till Afar An Eightfold Splendor Shine Above Thy Hearth.

Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous, Or Impassioned.

There Is No Comfort Looking Forth Nor Back, The Present Gives The Lie To All Her Past.