I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright

A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.

Poetry Should Be Great And Unobtrusive, A Thing Which Enters Into One's Soul, And Does Not Startle It Or Amaze It With Itself, But With Its Subject.

Feeling Well That Breathed Words Would All Be Lost, Unheard, And Vain As Swords Against The Enchased Crocodile, Or Leaps Of Grasshoppers Against The Sun.