Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes

Till I Loved I Never Lived.

Faith-is The Pierless Bridge Supporting What We See Unto The Scene That We Do Not.

I Am One Of The Lingering Bad Ones, And So Do I Slink Away, And Pause, And Ponder, And Ponder, And Pause, And Do Work Without Knowing Why - Not Surely For This Brief World, And More Sure It Is Not For Heaven - And I Ask What This Message Of Christ Means.

I Dwell In Possibility.

Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish, Or To Live?