Why Stay On The Earth Except To

The Rain Set Early In Tonight, The Sullen Wind Was Soon Awake, It Tore The Elm-tops Down For Spite, And Did Its Best To Vex The Lake: I Listened With Heart Fit To Break. When Glided In Porphyria; Straight She Shut The Cold Out And The Storm, And Kneeled And Made The Cheerless Grate Blaze Up And All The Cottage Warm.

Inscribe All Human Effort With One Word, Artistry's Haunting Curse, The Incomplete!

For Life, With All Its Yields Of Joy And Woe Is Just A Chance O' The Prize Of Learning Love.

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.