Poets are always the advance guard of literature; the advance guard of life. It is for this reason that their recognition comes so slowly..

Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies..

My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have many pleasant colours and lustres….

My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the p….

I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and re….

Even pain pricks to livelier living..