A Few Words About the Author

My first is in battle,
My third is in blood;
My second is nought that would do any good.

IF (An Apology)

If I but had the time,
My life would be a better poem than this;
But I can find no ink that is worthy of the pen
To write such lines.

And if I but had the reason to rhyme,
I would keep you amused till morning.

I worry about these things so that you don't have to.

November

Silence and peace! What dream or fantasy
Shatter this calm, cold grief this eve?
This dying of a winter's day,
This falling of Novembers...