To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the Dark - And crowd the little Room - Too scant - by Cubits - to contain The Sacrament - of Him - I am not used to Hope - It might intrude upon - Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place - Ordained to Suffering - It might be easier To fail - with Land in Sight - Than gain - My Blue Peninsula - To perish - of Delight -

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die

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

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.