He was a poet and hated the approximate.
He was a poet and hated the approximate.
A Dream In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life…
He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance…
Loveliest of Trees Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the…