I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright

--then On The Shore Of The Wide World I Stand Alone, And Think Till Love And Fame To Nothingness Do Sink.

O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet My Song Comes Native With The Warmth. O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet The Evening Listens.

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till It Is Experienced.

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.