The Worst Of Slaves Is He Whom

But Somewhere, Beyond Space And Time, Is Wetter Water, Slimier Slime! And There (they Trust) There Swimmeth One Who Swam Ere Rivers Were Begun, Immense Of Fishy Form And Mind, Squamous Omnipotent, And Kind.

I Thought When Love For You Died, I Should Die. It's Dead. Alone, Most Strangely, I Live On.

Just Now The Lilac Is In Bloom All Before My Little Room.

I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship And Work And Conversation. These I Shall Have.

Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire Of Watching For You; And Swing Me Suddenly Into The Shade And Loneliness And Mire Of The Last Land!