I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be

His Old Right Hand Lay Nerveless, Listless, Dead, Unsceptred; And His Realmless Eyes Were Closed.

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

I Wish To Believe In Immortality-i Wish To Live With You Forever.

Call The World If You Please "the Vale Of Soul-making." Then You Will Find Out The Use Of The World.

O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, Let It Not Be Among The Jumbled Heap Of Murky Buildings