I Cannot Endure The Horror,

O Heart, And Mind, And Thoughts! What Thing Do You Hope To Inherit In The Grave Below?

All Things Are Sold: The Very Light Of Heaven Is Venal; Earth's Unsparing Gifts Of Love, The Smallest And Most Despicable Things That Lurk In The Abysses Of The Deep, All Objects Of Our Life, Even Life Itself, And The Poor Pittance Which The Laws Allow Of Liberty, The Fellowship Of Man, Those Duties Which His Heart Of Human Love Should Urge Him To Perform Instinctively, Are Bought And Sold As In A Public Mart Of Not Disguising Selfishness, That Sets On Each Its Price, The Stamp-mark Of Her Reign.

I Fall Upon The Thorns Of Life.

Soul Meets Soul On Lovers' Lips.

A Lovely Lady, Garmented In Light From Her Own Beauty.