Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth

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.

Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond Its Whole Experience.

After A Hundred Years Nobody Knows The Place, Agony, That Enacted There, Motionless As Peace.

To Lose What We Have Never Owned Might Seem An Eccentric Bereavement, But Presumption Has Its Own Affliction As Well As Claim.

Forever - Is Composed Of Nows - 'tis Not A Different Time... Let Months Dissolve In Further Months - And Years - Exhale In Years.