Stars Of Earth, These Golden Flowers; Emblems

Most People Would Succeed In Small Things If They Were Not Troubled With Great Ambitions.

The Wreck Of The Hesperus But The Father Answered Never A Word, A Frozen Corpse Was He.

Think Of Your Woods And Orchards Without Birds! Of Empty Nests That Cling To Boughs And Beams As In An Idiot's Brain Remembered Words Hang Empty 'mid The Cobwebs Of His Dreams!

If The Mind, That Rules The Body, Ever So Far Forgets Itself As To Trample On Its Slave, The Slave Is Never Generous Enough To Forgive The Injury, But Will Rise And Smite The Oppressor.

Very Hot And Still The Air Was, Very Smooth The Gliding River, Motionless The Sleeping Shadows.