Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I

I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind- As If My Brain Had Split- I Tried To Match It- Seam By Seam- But Could Not Make It Fit.

I Work To Drive The Awe Away, Yet Awe Impels The Work.

Dreams Are The Subtle Dower That Make Us Rich An Hour Then Fling Us Poor Out Of The Purple Door.

The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

The Spider As An Artist Has Never Been Employed- Though His Surpassing Merit Is Freely Certified.