The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands /

Those Who Lift Their Hats Shall See Nature As Devout Do God.

Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead- 'tis Starving Makes It Fat.

To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce The Sea.

A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest, That Would Be Gone

The Poet Lights The Light And Fades Away. But The Light Goes On And On.