Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

O Never Star Was Lost; Here We All Aspire To Heaven And There Is Heaven Above Us. If I Stoop Into A Dark Tremendous Sea Of Cloud, It Is But For A Time; I Press God's Lamp Close To My Breast; Its Splendor Soon Or Late Will Pierce The Gloom. I Shall Emerge Some Day.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.

Would You Have Your Songs Endure? Build On The Human Heart.