Old Godheads Sink In Space And Drown

Nearly Every Night Before I Go To Bed I Ask Myself, "have I Vibrated In Tune With The Infinite Today, Or Have I Failed?

That Stern And Rockbound Coast Felt Like An Amateur When It Saw How Grim The Puritans That Landed On It Were.

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make The Underworld.

Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He Went Blind.

My Heart Hath Followed All My Days Something I Cannot Name.