Love Me Sweet With All Thou Art

Tis Aye A Solemn Thing To Me To Look Upon A Babe That Sleeps-- Wearing In Its Spirit-deeps The Unrevealed Mystery Of Its Adam's Taint And Woe, Which, When They Revealed Lie, Will Not Let It Slumber So.

Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But No Soul Touches Another, As A General Rule.

Light Tomorrow With Today!

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.

What Is Art But The Life Upon The Larger Scale, The Higher. When, Graduating Up In A Spiral Line Of Still Expanding And Ascending Gyres, It Pushes Toward The Intense Significance Of All Things, Hungry For The Infinite?