Sleep On, Baby, On The Floor, Tired

Purple Lilies Dante Blew To A Larger Bubble With His Prophet Breath.

I F Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought Except For Love's Sake Only. Do Not Say, I Love Her For Her Smile ... Her Look ... Her Way Of Speaking Gently ... For A Trick Of Thought That Falls In Well With Mine, And, Certes, Brought A Sense Of Pleasant Ease On Such A Day- For These Things In Themselves, Beloved, May Be Changed, Or Change For Thee-and Love So Wrought, May Be Unwrought So.

I Begin To Think That None Are So Bold As The Timid, When They Are Fairly Roused.

I Saw, In Gradual Vision Through My Tears, The Sweet, Sad Years, The Melancholy Years, Those Of My Own Life, Who By Turns Had Flung A Shadow Across Me.

And Chaucer, With His Infantine Familiar Clasp Of Things Divine.