Oh, For The Time When I Shall

Look On The Grave Where Thou Must Sleep Thy Last, And Strongest Foe; It Is Endurance Not To Weep, If That Repose Seem Woe.

Worthless As Wither'd Weeds.

It Is Astonishing How Sociable I Feel Myself Compared With Him.

Vain Are The Thousand Creeds That Move Men's Hearts, Unutterably Vain; Worthless As Withered Weeds, Or Idlest Froth Amid The Boundless Main.

No Coward Soul Is Mine.