We See The Light But See Not

I Should Have Been A Pair Of Ragged Claws/ Scuttling Across The Floors Of Silent Seas.

We Shall Not Cease From Exploration

Tennyson And Browning Are Poets, And They Think; But They Do Not Feel Their Thought As Immediately As The Odour Of A Rose. A Thought To Donne Was An Experience; It Modified His Sensibility.

Words Strain, Crack, And Sometime Break, Under The Burden.

And All Shall Be Well And/ All Manner Of Thing Shall Be Well/ By The Purification Of The Motive/ In The Ground Of Our Beseeching