I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them!

A Toad, Can Die Of Light - Death Is The Common Right Of Toads And Men

I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind- As If My Brain Had Split- I Tried To Match It- Seam By Seam- But Could Not Make It Fit.

The Reticent Volcano Keeps His Never Slumbering Plan - Confided Are His Projects Pink To No Precarious Man.

Truth Is So Rare That It Is Delightful To Tell It.