Our Ingress Into The World Was Naked

Nothing Is Or Can Be Accidental With God.

For Next To Being A Great Poet Is The Power Of Understanding One.

Every Great Poem Is In Itself Limited By Necessity, But In Its Suggestions Unlimited And Infinite.

All Was Silent As Before - All Silent Save The Dripping Rain.

Even The Blackest Of Them All, The Crow, Renders Good Service As Your Man-at-arms, Crushing The Beetle In His Coat Of Mail. And Crying Havoc On The Slug And Snail.