The Day Is Done; And

Every Human Heart Is Human.

The Wreck Of The Hesperus But The Father Answered Never A Word, A Frozen Corpse Was He.

The True Poet Is A Friendly Man. He Takes To His Arms Even Cold And Inanimate Things, And Rejoices In His Heart.

Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!

Nothing That Is Can Pause Or Stay; / The Moon Will Wax, The Moon Will Wane, / The Mist And Cloud Will Turn To Rain, / The Rain To Mist And Cloud Again, / Tomorrow Be Today.