God, Keep Me From What They Call

A Death-blow Is A Life-blow To Some Who, Till They Died, Did Not Alive Become; Who, Had They Lived, Had Died, But When They Died, Vitality Begun.

If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry.

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

Old Age Comes On Suddenly, And Not Gradually As Is Thought.

I Argue Thee That Love Is Life. And Life Hath Immortality.