I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.
Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!