Expectation Is Contentment - Gain

It Might Be Lonelier Without The Loneliness - I’m So Accustomed To My Fate - Perhaps The Other - Peace - Would Interrupt The Dark - And Crowd The Little Room - Too Scant - By Cubits - To Contain The Sacrament - Of Him - I Am Not Used To Hope - It Might Intrude Upon - Its Sweet Parade - Blaspheme The Place - Ordained To Suffering - It Might Be Easier To Fail - With Land In Sight - Than Gain - My Blue Peninsula - To Perish - Of Delight -

I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For Myself.

The Soul Selects Her Own Society.

Prosperity Whose Sources Are Interior. As Soon Adversity A Diamond Overtake.

The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands / To Gather Paradise-.