Why A Tender Curb Upon The Youthful

Drive Your Cart And Plow Over The Bones Of The Dead.

The Vision Of Christ That Thou Dost See, Is My Vision's Greatest Enemy. Thine Is The Friend Of All Mankind, Mine Speaks In Parables To The Blind. Thine Loves The Same World That Mine Hates, Thy Heaven-doors Are My Hell Gates.

To Cast Aside From Poetry, All That Is Not Inspiration

Eternity Is In Love With The Productions Of Time.

How Can A Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing?