When Time Is Spent, Eternity Begins.

Who Waits Until The Wind Shall Silent Keep Will Never Find The Ready Hour To Sow.

Great Loves, To The Last, Have Pulses Red; All Great Loves That Have Ever Died Dropped Dead.

O Bees, Sweet Bees!" I Said; "that Nearest Field Is Shining White With Fragrant Immortelles Fly Swiftly There And Drain Those Honey Wells.

Ah, March! We Know Thou Art Kind-hearted, Spite Of Ugly Looks And Threats, And, Out Of Sight, Art Nursing April's Violets!

That Indescribable Expression Peculiar To People Who Hope They Have Not Been Asleep, But Know They Have.