How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

Morning Without You Is A Dwindled Dawn.

Where Thou Art, That Is Home.

This Is My Letter To The World, That Never Wrote To Me, The Simple News That Nature Told, With Tender Majesty. Her Message Is Committed, To Hands I Cannot See; For Love Of Her, Sweet Countrymen, Judge Tenderly Of Me.

Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate. The Soul Cannot Be Rid - As Easy The Secreting Her Behind The Eyes Of God.