I Have Fled My Country And Gone

A Sensible Man Ought To Find Sufficient Company In Himself.

There Is Not Room For Death, Nor Atom That His Might Could Render Void: Thou - Thou Art Being And Breath, And What Thou Art May Never Be Destroyed.

I've Dreamt In My Life Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After.

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves. But If You Be Afraid Of Your Touchiness, You Must Ask Pardon, Mind, When She Comes In.

I Have Fled My Country And Gone To The Heather.