Life's Sharpest Rapture Is Surcease Of Pain.

Naught Is Too Small And Soft To Turn And Sting.

Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous, Or Impassioned.

Life's Sharpest Rapture Is Surcease Of Pain.

Still Ours The Dance, The Feast, The Glorious Psalm, The Mystic Lights Of Emblem, And The Word.

Kindle The Taper Like The Steadfast Star Ablaze On Evening's Forehead O'er The Earth, And Add Each Night A Lustre Till Afar An Eightfold Splendor Shine Above Thy Hearth.