For Poets (bear The Word) Half-poets Even,

And Is It Not The Chief Good Of Money, The Being Free From The Need Of Thinking Of It?

Life Treads On Life, And Heart On Heart; We Press Too Close In Church And Mart To Keep A Dream Or Grave Apart.

May The Good God Pardon All Good Men.

I Worked With Patience Which Means Almost Power.

Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.