My Fortune Somewhat Resembled That Of A

My Heart Was A Habitation Large Enough For Many Guests, But Lonely And Chill, And Without A Household Fire. I Longed To Kindle One! It Seemed Not So Wild A Dream.

Salt Is White And Pure - There Is Something Holy In Salt.

To The Untrue Man, The Whole Universe Is False- It Is Impalpable- It Shrinks To Nothing Within His Grasp. And He Himself Is In So Far As He Shows Himself In A False Light, Becomes A Shadow, Or, Indeed, Ceases To Exist.

And There I Sat, Long Long Ago, Waiting For The World To Know Me.

The Trees Reflected In The River - They Are Unconscious Of A Spiritual World So Near To Them. So Are We.