A Poet Not In Love Is Out

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.

The Strongest Passion Which I Have Is Honor.

See The Sun! God's Crest Upon His Azure Shield, The Heavens.