It Is Finished, Is Never Said Of

The Reticent Volcano Keeps His Never Slumbering Plan - Confided Are His Projects Pink To No Precarious Man.

A Color Stands Abroad On Solitary Hills That Silence Cannot Overtake, But Human Nature Feels.

You Ask Of My Companions. Hills, Sir, And The Sundown, And A Dog As Large As Myself.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

When He Tells Us About His Father, We Distrust Him. When He Shows Us His Home, We Turn Away, But When He Confides To Us That He Is Acquainted With Grief, We Listen, For That Also Is An Acquaintance Of Our Own.