I Learned To Love Despair.

I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest Between Man And His Maker.

Then Rose From Sea To Sky The Wild Farewell Then Shriek'd The Timid, And Stood Still The Brave, Then Some Leap'd Overboard With Fearful Yell, As Eager To Anticipate Their Grave.

Such Partings Break The Heart They Fondly Hope To Heal.

Happiness Was Born A Twin.

That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are Song, The Poetry Of Speech.