I Am Gennerally Understood Tho I Do

I Long For Scenes Where Man Has Never Trod;... There To Abide With My Creator, God.

I Am: Yet What I Am None Cares Or Knows, My Friends Forsake Me Like A Memory Lost; I Am The Self-consumer Of My Woes, They Rise And Vanish In Oblivious Host, Like Shades In Love And Death's Oblivion Lost; And Yet I Am, And Live With Shadows Tost.

I Ne'er Was Struck Before That Hour With Love So Sudden And So Sweet. Her Face It Bloomed Like A Sweet Flower And Stole My Heart Away Complete

Language Has Not The Power To Speak What Love Indites: The Soul Lies Buried In The Ink That Writes.

He Could Not Die When The Trees Were Green, For He Loved The Time Too Well.