The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On

What So Wild As Words Are?

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?

The Rain Set Early In Tonight, The Sullen Wind Was Soon Awake, It Tore The Elm-tops Down For Spite, And Did Its Best To Vex The Lake: I Listened With Heart Fit To Break. When Glided In Porphyria; Straight She Shut The Cold Out And The Storm, And Kneeled And Made The Cheerless Grate Blaze Up And All The Cottage Warm.

Death: The Grand Perhaps.

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.