Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.

Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.

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

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.