'arcturus' Is His Other Name- I'd Rather

I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose.

How Happy Is The Little Stone That Rambles In The Road Alone, And Doesn't Care About Careers, And Exigencies Never Fears; Whose Coat Of Elemental Brown A Passing Universe Put On; And Independent As The Sun, Associates Or Glows Alone, Fulfilling Absolute Decree In Casual Simplicity.

The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An Acquired Taste.

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

The Brain Is Just The Weight Of God-- For--heft Them--pound For Pound-- And They Will Differ--if They Do-- As Syllable From Sound