The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

I tasted life.

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

My business is circumference.

They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.

Judge tenderly of me.