Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now Is

I Could No More Define Poetry Than A Terrier Can Define A Rat.

Nature, Not Content With Denying Him The Ability To Think, Has Endowed Him With The Ability To Write.

Therefore, Since The World Has Still Much Good, But Much Less Good Than Ill

I, A Stranger And Afraid, In A World I Never Made.

The Rainy Pleiads Wester Orion Plunges Prone, And Midnight Strikes And Hastens, And I Lie Down Alone.