Life Is An Empty Dream.

One And All We Lend An Ear-nay, Science Takes Thereto- Encourages The Meanest Who Has Racked Nature Until He Gains From Her Some Fact, To State What Truth Is From His Point Of View, Mere Pin-point Though It Be: Since Many Such Conduce To Make A Whole, She Bids Our Friend Come Forward Unabashed And Haply Lend His Little Life-experience To Our Much Of Modern Knowledge.

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.