It Is A Pity That Doing One's

As To The Thoughts, They Are Elfish. Those Eyes In The Evening Star You Must Have Seen In A Dream.

Remorse Is The Poison Of Life.

When You Are Inquisitive, Jane, You Always Make Me Smile. You Open Your Eyes Like An Eager Bird, And Make Every Now And Then A Restless Movement, As If Answers In Speech Did Not Flow Fast Enough For You, And You Wanted To Read The Tablet Of One's Heart.

The Word Book Acted As A Transient Stimulus

While I Loved, And While I Was Loved, What An Existence I Enjoyed!