Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing,

The Whole Faculties Of Man Must Be Exerted In Order To Call Forth Noble Energies; And He Who Is Not Earnestly Sincere Lives In But Half His Being, Self-mutilated, Self-paralyzed.

The Man Hath Penance Done, And Penance More Will Do.

Carved With Figures Strange And Sweet, All Made Out Of The Carver's Brain.

But Oh! Each Visitation Suspends What Nature Gave Me Any My Birth, My Shaping Spirit Of Imagination.

Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.