Earth Is Crammed With Heavens.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

I Give The Fight Up: Let There Be An End, A Privacy, An Obscure Nook For Me. I Want To Be Forgotten Even By God.

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?

And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

Inscribe All Human Effort With One Word, Artistry's Haunting Curse, The Incomplete!