I, A Stranger And Afraid, In A

The Rainy Pleiads Wester Orion Plunges Prone, And Midnight Strikes And Hastens, And I Lie Down Alone.

And Malt Does More Than Milton Can To Justify God's Ways To Man.

I, A Stranger And Afraid, In A World I Never Made.

White In The Moon The Long Road Lies.

Wanderers Eastward, Wanderers West, Know You Why You Cannot Rest? 'tis That Every Mother's Son Travails With A Skeleton. Lie Down In The Bed Of Dust; Bear The Fruit That Bear You Must; Bring The Eternal Seed To Light, And Morn Is All The Same As Night.