I Am Ready To Die Out Of

Health, South Wind, Books, Old Trees, A Boat, A Friend.

The People Fancy They Hate Poetry, And They Are All Poets And Mystics.

The Universe Does Not Jest With Us, But Is In Earnest.

Polarity, Or Action And Reaction, We Meet In Every Part Of Nature; In Darkness And Light; In Heat And Cold; In The Ebb And Flow Of Water; In Male And Female; In The Equation Of Quantity And Quality; In The Fluids Of The Animal Body; In The Systole An

Who Is He That Shall Control Me? Why May Not I Act And Speak And Write And Think With Entire Freedom? What Am I To The Universe, Or, The Unvierse, What Is It To Me? Who Hath Forged The Chains Of Wrong And Right, Of Opinion And Custom? And Must I Wear Them?