Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished

My Business Is Circumference.

The Vastest Earthly Day Is Shrunken Small By One Defaulting Face Behind A Pall.

The Dandelion's Pallid Tube Astonishes The Grass, And Winter Instantly Becomes An Infinite Alas.

The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky, For, Put Them Side By Side, The One The Other Will Include With Ease, And You Beside.

Why Should We Censure Othello When The Criterion Lover Says, "thou Shalt Have No Other Gods Before Me"?