I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

The Curious Crime, The Fine Felicity And Flower Of Wickedness.

For I Say This Is Death And The Sole Death,- When A Man's Loss Comes To Him From His Gain, Darkness From Light, From Knowledge Ignorance, And Lack Of Love From Love Made Manifest.

White Shall Not Neutralize The Black, Nor Good Compensate Bad In Man, Absolve Him So; Life's Business Being Just The Terrible Choice.