There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

I have an appetite for silence.

I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.

One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

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