When I Compare Myself, My Being-myself, With

Because The Holy Ghost Over The Bent World Broods With Warm Breast And With Ah! Bright Wings.

I Can Scarcely Fancy Myself To Ask A Superior To Publish A Volume Of My Verse And I Own That Humanly There Is Very Little Likelihood Of That Ever Coming To Pass. And To Be Sure If I Chose To Look At Things On One Side And Not The Other I Could Of Course Regret This Bitterly. But There Is More Peace And It Isthe Holier Lot To Be Unknown Than To Be Known.

Our Lord Jesus Christ , My Brethren, Is Our Hero, A Hero All The World Wants.

I Awoke In The Midsummer Not-to-call Night, In The White And The Walk Of The Morning

Every True Poet, I Thought, Must Be Original And Originality A Condition Of Poetic Genius; So That Each Poet Is Like A Species In Nature (not An Individuum Genericum Or Specificum ) And Can Never Recur. That Nothing Shd. Be Old Or Borrowed However Cannot Be.