The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

I Cannot Be Content With Less Than Heaven.

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.