Thoughts Are Tyrants That Return Again And

It Is Strange People Should Be So Greedy, When They Are Alone In The World.

He Wanted All To Lie In An Ecstasy Of Peace; I Wanted All To Sparkle And Dance In A Glorious Jubilee. I Said His Heaven Would Be Only Half Alive; And He Said Mine Would Be Drunk: I Said I Should Fall Asleep In His; And He Said He Could Not Breathe In Mine.

He’s More Myself Than I Am

Worthless As Wither'd Weeds.

The Clock Strikes Off The Hollow Half-hours Of All The Life That Is Left To You, One By One.