Love Lives With Nature, Not With Lust.

I Long For Scenes Where Man Has Never Trod;... There To Abide With My Creator, God.

For Nature Is Love, And Finds Haunts For True Love, Where Nothing Can Hear Or Intrude; It Hides From The Eagle And Joins With The Dove, In Beautiful Green Solitude.

If Life Had A Second Edition, How I Would Correct The Proofs.

I Am The Self-consumer Of My Woes.

I Long For Scenes Where Man Has Never Trod; A Place Where Woman Never Smil'd Or Wept; There To Abide With My Creator, God, And Sleep As I In Childhood Sweetly Slept: Untroubling And Untroubled Where I Lie; The Grass Below--above The Vaulted Sky.