What I Aspired To Be And Was

Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

Was There Nought Better Than To Enjoy? No Feat Which, Done, Would Make Time Break, And Let Us Pent-up Creatures Through Into Eternity, Our Due? No Forcing Earth Teach Heaven's Employ?

Boot, Saddle, To Horse, And Away!

Heart, Fear Nothing, For, Heart, Thou Shalt Find Her- Next Time, Herself!-not The Trouble Behind Her