The World Is Too Brutal For Me-i

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

But Were There Ever Any Writhed Not At Passed Joy?

Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death.

Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.

O Let Me Lead Her Gently O'er The Brook, Watch Her Half-smiling Lips And Downward Look; O Let Me For One Moment Touch Her Wrist; Let Me One Moment To Her Breathing List; And As She Leaves Me, May She Often Turn Her Fair Eyes Looking Through Her Locks Auburne.