The World Is Too Brutal For Me-i

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They

O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, Let It Not Be Among The Jumbled Heap Of Murky Buildings

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

I Wish You Could Invent Some Means To Make Me At All Happy Without You. Every Hour I Am More And More Concentrated In You; Everything Else Tastes Like Chaff In My Mouth.

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!