Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish,

Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Earth

Forever Is Composed Of Nows.

I Do Not Know The Man So Bold He Dare In Lonely Place That Awful Stranger Consciousness Deliberately Face-.

The Sailor Cannot See The North / But Knows The Needle Can.

I Would Paint A Portrait Which Would Bring The Tears, Had I Canvas For It, And The Scene Should Be -- Solitude, And The Figures -- Solitude -- And The Lights And Shades, Each A Solitude.