Euclid Alone Has Looked On Beauty Bare.

Should At That Moment The Full Moon Step Forth Upon The Hill, And Memories Hard To Bear At Noon, By Moonlight Harder Still, Form In The Shadows Of The Trees, - Things That You Could Not Spare And Live, Or So You Thought, Yet These All Gone, And You Still There, A Man No Longer What He Was, Not Yet The Thing He Planned.

[on Going To Sunday School:] It Looks Like Rain, And I Hope It Will Rain Cats And Dogs And Hammers And Pitchforks And Silver Sugar Spoons And Hay Ricks And Paper-covered Novels And Picture Frames And Rag Carpets And Toothpicks And Skating Rinks And Birds Of Paradise And Roof Gardens And Burdocks And French Grammars Before Sunday School Time.

Lord I Do Fear / Thou'st Made The World Too Beautiful This Year.

If I Love You Wednesday, What Is That To You? I Do Not Love You Thursday - So Much Is True.

It's Not True That Life Is One Damn Thing After Another; It Is One Damn Thing Over And Over.