My Life Had Stood - A Loaded

I Hope Your Rambles Have Been Sweet, And Your Reveries Spacious

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.

The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound -- And Would As Soon Surmise As In Its Grave Go Plumbing To Ascertain The Size -- The Loneliness Whose Worst Alarm Is Lest Itself Should See -- And Perish From Before Itself For Just A Scrutiny -- The Horror Not To Be Surveyed -- But Skirted In The Dark -- With Consciousness Suspended -- And Being Under Lock -- I Fear Me This -- Is Loneliness -- The Maker Of The Soul Its Caverns And Its Corridors Illuminate -- Or Seal

Heart, We Will Forget Him, You And I, Tonight! You Must Forget The Warmth He Gave, I Will Forget The Light.

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.