For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

Why Wait For Death To Mow? Why Wait For Death To Sow Us In The Ground?

Pompeii Has Nothing To Teach Us, We Know Crack Of Volcanic Fissure, Slow Flow Of Terrible Lava, Pressure On Heart, Lungs, The Brain About To Burst Its Brittle Case (what The Skull Can Endure!)

The Things I Have Are Nameless, Old And True; They May Not Be Named; Few May Live And Know.