How Slight A Chance May Raise Or

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.

Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping In.