\u3ci\u3eThe Two Bridegrooms\u3c/i\u3e

There was a maid to love inclined; Cared not where she might linger, If one fair circlet she could find To set around her finger

\u3ci\u3eSonnet for Strider\u3c/i\u3e

From nose to velvet ears to proud tail-tip, In one hue, teddy bear-like, you’re arrayed

\u3ci\u3ePrince of Thieves\u3c/i\u3e

Go not wandering, O ye maids, upon Gad’s hill, in the time of autumn when the daisies linger late. For there will you meet him, and learn to heap curses on the bitter hour in which you were born