What Soft--cherubic Creatures-- These Gentlewomen Are-- One

I Had A Terror-since September -i Could Tell To None-and So I Sing, As The Boy Does By The Burying Ground-because I Am Afraid.

Longing Is Like A Seed That Wrestles In The Ground

Eternity' Is There, We Say, As Of A Station. Meanwhile, He Is So Near, He Joins Me In My Ramble? Divides Abode With Me? No Friend Have I That So Persists As This Eternity.

'arcturus' Is His Other Name- I'd Rather Call Him 'star.' It's Very Mean Of Science To Go And Interfere!

Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase It And It Ceases, Chase It Not And It Abides.