A Woman Who Gives Any Advantage To

None Are So Desolate But Something Dear, Dearer Than Self, Possesses Or Possess'd A Thought, And Claims The Homage Of A Tear.

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.

To Withdraw Myself From Myself Has Ever Been My Sole, My Entire, My Sincere Motive In Scribbling At All.

That Prose Is A Verse, And Verse Is A Prose; Convincing All, By Demonstrating Plain – Poetic Souls Delight In Prose Insane

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!