The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity
I imagine therefore I belong and am free.
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane
Forever is made up of nows.
Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.