What I Aspired To Be And Was

Boot, Saddle, To Horse, And Away!

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.

What's A Man's Age? He Must Hurry More, That's All; Cram In A Day, What His Youth Took A Year To Hold.

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.