How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock,

Then, As Horizons Step, Or Noons Report Away,without The Formula Of Sound, It Passes, And We Stay:a Quality Of Loss Affecting Our Content.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

I Was Almost Persuaded To Be A Christian. I Thought I Never Again Could Be Thoughtless And Worldly. But I Soon Forgot My Morning Prayer Or Else It Was Irksome To Me. One By One My Old Habits Returned And I Cared Less For Religion Than Ever.

Nods From The Gilded Pointers - Nods From The Seconds Slim - Decades Of Arrogance Between The Dial Life - And Him -

Hope Is A Strange Invention - A Patent Of The Heart - In Unremitting Action Yet Never Wearing Out