And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")

The cool, grey city of love.

Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fear”)

A prison becomes a home when you have the key.

O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (“The Testimony of the Suns”)

What silence rules the ghostly hours That guard the close of human sleep!

And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")