November Always Seemed To Me The Norway

There Is A Solitude Of Space. A Solitude Of Sea. A Solitude Of Death, But These Societies Shall Be Compared With That Profounder Site-that Polar Privacy. A Soul Admitted To Itself--finite Infinity.

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar, Ready To Welcome The Ecstatic Experience.

When I State Myself, As The Representative Of The Verse, It Does Not Mean Me, But A Supposed Person.

Tell All The Truth, But Tell It Slant/success In Circuit Lies.