I Think I Shall Be Among The

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children. The Mighty Abstract Idea I Have Of Beauty In All Things Stifles The More Divided And Minute Domestic Happiness.

Is There Another Life? Shall I Awake And Find All This A Dream? There Must Be We Cannot Be Created For This Sort Of Suffering.

I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And Exist.

Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.

Already With Thee! Tender Is The Night. . . But Here There Is No Light. . .