One Need Not Be A Chamber To

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.

My Friends Are My Estate.

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.

I Am One Of The Lingering Bad Ones, And So Do I Slink Away, And Pause, And Ponder, And Ponder, And Pause, And Do Work Without Knowing Why - Not Surely For This Brief World, And More Sure It Is Not For Heaven - And I Ask What This Message Of Christ Means.