All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within

How Very Hard It Is To Be A Christian!

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

The World And Life's Too Big To Pass For A Dream

And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.