Health Is My Expected Heaven.

I Shall Soon Be Laid In The Quiet Grave - Thank God For The Quiet Grave

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.

Tall Oaks Branch Charmed By The Earnest Stars Dream And So Dream All Night Without A Stir.

A Drainless Shower Of Light Is Poesy: 'tis The Supreme Of Power; 'tis Might Half Slumbering On Its Own Right Arm.

A Poem Needs Understanding Through The Senses. The Point Of Diving In A Lake Is Not Immediately To Swim To The Shore; It’s To Be In The Lake, To Luxuriate In The Sensation Of Water. You Do Not Work The Lake Out. It Is An Experience Beyond Thought. Poetry Soothes And Emboldens The Soul To Accept Mystery.