I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.

My business is circumference.

Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

I took my Power in my Hand -- And went against the World -- 'Twas not so much as David -- had -- But I -- was twice as bold -- I aimed by Pebble -- but Myself Was all the one that fell -- Was it Goliath -- was too large -- Or was myself -- too small?