Caution Comes Too Late When We Are

Call It Not Vain: They Do Not Err Who Say That When The Poet Dies Mute Nature Mourns Her Worshipper, And Celebrates His Obsequies.

Just At The Age 'twixt Boy And Youth, When Thought Is Speech, And Speech Is Truth.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

As Good Play For Nothing, You Know, As Work For Nothing.

Give Me An Honest Laugher.