I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.

I tasted life.

The hearts that never lean must fall.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.