Sun And Moon And Day

The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To Return A Rapacious Look.

The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward.

[the] Whirlwind Fife-and-drum Of The Storm Bends The Salt Marsh Grass, Disturbs Stars In The Sky And The Star On The Steeple; It Is A Privilege To See So Much Confusion.

I Wonder What Adam And Eve Think Of It By This Time.