All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He's more particular.... The father is always a Republican towards his son, an…

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.

Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm-bound-away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died.

A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone.

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought of gloom A smile of joy since I was born In secret pleasure - se…

Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight Of the Valleys of Dream.