How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree
I am gennerally understood tho I do not use that awkward squad of pointings called commas colons semicolons etc.
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.
I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.