Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

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

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs.

I fear a Man of frugal speech - I fear a Silent Man - Haranguer - I can overtake - Or Babbler - entertain - But He who weigheth - While the Rest - Expend their furthest pound - Of this Man - I am wary - I fear that He is Grand -

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane