Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.
The Sun Rising Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?…
The book of my enemy has been remaindered And I am pleased In vast quantities it has been remaindered.
Pied Beauty Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all…