We Are Betrayed By What Is False

Earth Knows No Desolation. She Smells Regeneration In The Moist Breath Of Decay.

Days, When The Ball Of Our Vision Had Eagles That Flew Unabashed To Sun; When The Graps On The Bow Was Decision, And Arrow And Hand And Eye Were One; When The Pleasures, Like Waves To A Swimmer, Came Heaving For Rapture Ahead! - Invoke Them, They Dwindle, They Glimmer As Lights Over Mounds Of The Dead.

Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.