White Shall Not Neutralize The Black, Nor

Better Have Failed In The High Aim, As I, Than Vulgarly In The Low Aim Succeed As, God Be Thanked! I Do Not.

Then Welcome Each Rebuff That Turns Earth's Smoothness Rough, Each Sting That Bids Nor Sit Nor Stand, But Go! Be Our Joys Three-parts Pain! Strive, And Hold Cheap The Strain; Learn, Nor Account The Pang; Dare, Never Grudge The Throe!

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

Shun Death, Is My Advice.