The Truth Never Flaunted A Sign.

I Work To Drive The Awe Away, Yet Awe Impels The Work.

I Stepped From Plank To Plank So Slow And Cautiously; The Stars About My Head I Felt, About My Feet The Sea. I Knew Not But The Next Would Be My Final Inch,— This Gave Me That Precarious Gait Some Call Experience.

If I Shouldn't Be Alive When The Robins Come, Give The One In Red Cravat, A Memorial Crumb.

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.

I Felt It Shelter To Speak To You.