Forever Is Comprised Of Nows.

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

Belshazzar Had A Letter,-- He Never Had But One; Belshazzar's Correspondence Concluded And Begun In That Immortal Copy The Conscience Of Us All Can Read Without Its Glasses On Revelation's Wall.

I Stepped From Plank To Plank So Slow And Cautiously; The Stars About My Head I Felt, About My Feet The Sea. I Knew Not But The Next Would Be My Final Inch,— This Gave Me That Precarious Gait Some Call Experience.

Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Earth

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.