To Be Alive──is Power.

The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Swam.

Somewhere In My Soul A Thought Went Up In My Mind Today That I Have Had Before, But Did Not Finish, Some Way Back, I Could Not Fix The Year. Nor Where It Went, Nor Why It Came The Second Time To Me, Nor Definetly What It Was, Have I The Art To Say. But Somewhere In My Soul, I Know I've Met The Thing Before; It Just Reminded Me-' Twas All'-and Came My Way No More.

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It

To Be Alive Is Power; Existence In Itself; Without A Further Function; Omnipotence.

The Brain Is Just The Weight Of God-- For--heft Them--pound For Pound-- And They Will Differ--if They Do-- As Syllable From Sound