Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

We dream — it is good we are dreaming — It would hurt us — were we awake — But since it is playing — kill us, And we are playing — shriek — What harm? Men die — externally — It is a truth — of Blood — But we — are dying in Drama — And Drama — is never dead — Cautious — We jar each other — And either — open the eyes — Lest the Phantasm — prove the Mistake — And the livid Surprise Cool us to Shafts of Granite — With just an Age — and Name — And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian — It's prudenter — to dream —

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

The only secret people keep is immortality.

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.