And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her

Gratitude Bestows Reverence.....changing Forever How We Experience Life And The World.

Tower'd Cities Please Us Then, And The Busy Hum Of Men.

But Oh! As To Embrace Me She Inclin'd, I Wak'd, She Fled, And Day Brought Back My Night.

From Restless Thoughts, That, Like A Deadly Swarm Of Hornets Arm'd, No Sooner Found Alone, But Rush Upon Me Thronging.

Or Bid The Soul Of Orpheus Sing Such Notes As, Warbled To The String, Drew Iron Tears Down Pluto's Cheek.