Design must be proved before a designer can be inferred.

(Title: To the Moon) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,-- And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.

Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes - are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.

Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

Joy, once lost, is pain

Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.