The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?