Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.

Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean Wreathe Your Crisped Smiles.

The Force Of Necessity Is Irresistible.

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.

Misfortune Wandering The Same Track Lights Now Upon One And Now Upon Another.