What So Wild As Words Are?

We Find Great Things Are Made Of Little Things, And Little Things Go Lessening Till At Last Comes God Behind Them.

In The Morning Of The World, When Earth Was Nigher Heaven Than Now.

Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?