Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.
|2012||Folly Stamp||Prageeta Sharma|
|2008||Folly (audio only)||Cecily Parks|
|2016||Fog||Vi Khi Nao|
|1917||Flying Fish: An Ode [excerpt]||Charles Wharton Stork|