I Argue Thee That Love Is Life.

Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished Eyes

Fame Is A Bee It Has A Song - It Has A Sting - Ah, Too, It Has A Wing.

... And Then I Heard Them Lift A Box, And Creak Across My Soul With Those Same Boots Of Lead, Again, Then Space Began To Toll.

To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, But Gallanter, I Know, Who Charge Within The Bosom, The Cavalry Of Woe.

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.