One Cricket Said To Another - Come,

Death Is One Dream Out Of Another Flowing.

Time In The Heart And Sequence In The Brain-- Such As Destroyed Rimbaud And Fooled Verlaine. And Let Us Then Take Godhead By The Neck-- And Strangle It, And With It, Rhetoric.

Separate We Come, And Separate We Go, And This Be It Known, Is All That We Know.

I'm Not In The Least Southern; I'm Entirely New England.

Ghostly Above Us In Lamplight The Towers Gleam ... And After A While They Will Fall To Dust And Rain; Or Else We Will Tear Them Down With Impatient Hands; And Hew Rock Out Of The Earth, And Build Them Again.