Pan Is Dead! Great Pan

I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and He Said, "write!"

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

I Have Done Most Of My Talking By Post Of Late Years--as People Shut Up In Dungeons Take Up With Scrawling Mottoes On The Walls.

And There My Little Doves Did Sit With Feathers Softly Brown And Glittering Eyes That Showed Their Right To General Nature's Deep Delight.

I Begin To Think That None Are So Bold As The Timid, When They Are Fairly Roused.