Be More Than Man, Or Thou'rt Less

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.

Licence My Roving Hands, And Let Them Go Before, Behind, Between, Above, Below.

Commemoration Of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator Of The Scriptures, 1922 A Memory Of Yesterday's Pleasures, A Fear Of Tomorrow's Dangers, A Straw Under My Knees, A Noise In My Ear, A Light In My Eye, An Anything, A Nothing, A Fancy, A Chimera In My Brain, Troubles Me In My Prayers.

To Know And Feel All This And Not Have The Words To Express It Makes A Human A Grave Of His Own Thoughts.