I Stepped From Plank To Plank A

Truth - Is As Old As God-.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest, That Would Be Gone

Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate. The Soul Cannot Be Rid - As Easy The Secreting Her Behind The Eyes Of God.

What Fortitude The Soul Contains, That It Can So Endure The Accent Of A Coming Foot- The Opening Of A Door.