The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar.

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead I Doubt If Even That From Such A Giant Were Withheld Were Flesh Equivalent But Love Is Tired And Must Sleep, And Hungry And Must Graze And So Abets The Shining Fleet Till It Is Out Of Gaze.

Time Is Short And Full, Like An Outgrown Frock - .

Drab Habitation Of Whom? Tabernacle Or Tomb - Or Dome Of Worm - Or Porch Of Gnome - Or Some Elf's Catacomb?

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It

The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.