That Which Has Quelled Me, Lives With

I Am All The Time Talking About You, And Bragging, To One Person Or Another. I Am Like The Ancient Mariner, Who Had A Tale In His Heart He Must Unfold To All. I Am Always Buttonholing Somebody And Saying, "someday You Must Meet My Mother."

Let Geese Gabble And Hiss, But Heroes Seek Release From Dusty Bondage Into Luminous Air.

April Comes Like An Idiot, Babbling And Strewing Flowers.

Martyred Many Times Must Be Who Would Keep His Country Free.

Blessed Be Death, That Cuts In Marble What Would Have Sunk To Dust!