Assent - And You Are Sane -

I Stepped From Plank To Plank So Slow And Cautiously; The Stars About My Head I Felt, About My Feet The Sea. I Knew Not But The Next Would Be My Final Inch,— This Gave Me That Precarious Gait Some Call Experience.

To Venerate The Simple Days Which Lead The Seasons By, Needs But To Remember That From You Or I They May Take The Trifle Termed Mortality!

They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom They Call Their "father."

For Love Is Immortality.

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers