And Her Voice Is A String Of

There Is No Shelter In You Anywhere.

It May Be Said Of Me By Harper & Brothers, That Although I Reject Their Proposals, I Welcome Their Advances.

I Hate People But I Love Gatherings.

No One But Night, With Tears On Her Dark Face, Watches Beside Me In This Windy Place.

Stranger, Pause And Look; From The Dust Of Ages Lift This Little Book, Turn The Tattered Pages, Read Me, Do Not Let Me Die! Search The Fading Letters Finding Steadfast In The Broken Binding All That Once Was I!