I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
The hearts that never lean must fall.
Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.
I took my Power in my Hand -- And went against the World -- 'Twas not so much as David -- had -- But I -- was twice as bold -- I aimed by Pebble -- but Myself Was all the one that fell -- Was it Goliath -- was too large -- Or was myself -- too small?