I Shall Die, But That Is All

I Am Not Afraid Of Lawyers As I Used To Be. They Are Lambs In Wolves' Clothing.

Cruel Of Heart, Lay Down My Song. Your Reading Eyes Have Done Me Wrong. Not For You Was The Pen Bitten, And The Mind Wrung, And The Song Written.

I Screamed, And--lo!--infinity Came Down And Settled Over Me

Oh, Children, Growing Up To Be Adventurers Into Sophistry, Forbear, Forbear To Be Of Those That Read The Rood To Learn The Rose.

Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn What The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.