Life Is So Rotatory That The Wilderness

Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish, Or To Live?

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

Suspense-is Hostiler Than Death-death- Tho Soever Broad, Is Just Death, And Cannot Increase- Suspense-does Not Conclude-.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

There Is A Zone Whose Even Years No Solstice Interrupt - Whose Sun Constructs Perpetual Noon Whose Perfect Seasons Wait - Whose Summer Set In Summer, Till The Centuries Of June And Centuries Of August Cease And Consciousness - Is Noon.