If Your Nerve, Deny You - Go

Just Girt Me For The Onset With Eternity, When Breath Blew Back, And On The Other Side I Heard Recede The Disappointed Tide!

Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We, At Our Supremest, Are But Its Trembling Emblems.

This Is My Letter To The World, That Never Wrote To Me, The Simple News That Nature Told, With Tender Majesty. Her Message Is Committed, To Hands I Cannot See; For Love Of Her, Sweet Countrymen, Judge Tenderly Of Me.

The Only Commandment I Ever Obeyed — 'consider The Lilies.

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