In The Midway Of This

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.

From A Little Spark May Burst A Flame.

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.

The Experience Of This Sweet Life.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.