Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!