I Wrote Silences; Nights; I

Yet This Is The Watch By Night. Let Us All Accept New Strength, And Real Tenderness. And At Dawn, Armed With Glowing Patience, We Will Enter The Cities Of Glory.

Eternity. It Is The Sea Mingled With The Sun.

No One's Serious At Seventeen.

It Was The Voice Of Mad Seas, Roaring Immense,/ That Shattered Your Infant Breast, Too Soft, Too Human.

Misfortune Was My God.