At Least To Pray Is Left -

Inebriate Of Air Am I, And Debauchee Of Dew, Reeling, Through Endless Summer Days, From Inns Of Molten Blue.

The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Swam.

Heart, We Will Forget Him! You And I, To-night! You May Forget The Warmth He Gave, I Will Forget The Light. When You Have Done, Pray Tell Me, That I My Thoughts May Dim; Haste! Lest While You’re Lagging, I May Remember Him!

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them!

I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet-/yet Confident They Run.