If I Read A Book And It

To Live Is So Startling It Leaves Little Time For Anything Else.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar, Ready To Welcome The Ecstatic Experience.

Eternity' Is There, We Say, As Of A Station. Meanwhile, He Is So Near, He Joins Me In My Ramble? Divides Abode With Me? No Friend Have I That So Persists As This Eternity.

For Each Ecstatic Instant We Must An Anguish Pay In Keen And Quivering Ratio To The Ecstasy.

There Is No Frigate Like A Book