A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of

The Image Of Eternity--the Throne Of The Invisible; Even From Out Thy Slime The Monsters Of The Deep Are Made; Each Zone Obeys Thee; Thou Goest Forth, Dread, Fathomless, Alone.

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar?

My Heart In Passion, And My Head On Rhymes.

Retirement Accords With The Tone Of My Mind; I Will Not Descend To A World I Despise.

Death, So Called, Is A Thing Which Makes Men Weep, And Yet A Third Of Life Is Passed In Sleep.