My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many$$$ but don't I love them so?

Love is immortality.

I am out with lanterns$$$ looking for myself.

But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait — every Page a Pulse.

Faith is a fine invention<br/>When gentlemen can see$$$<br/>But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency.

We journey to the day$$$<br/>And tell each other how we sang<br/>To keep the dark away.

Beer is made by men$$$ wine by God.

Hunger is a way<br/>Of standing outside windows<br/>The entering takes away.

To see the Summer Sky<br/>Is Poetry$$$ though never in a Book it lie<br/>True Poems flee

And somebody has lost the face<br/>That made existence home!