The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.

A Murmur In The Trees - To Note - Not Loud Enough - For Wind - A Star - Not Far Enough To Seek - Nor Near Enough - To Find

Ample Make This Bed. Make This Bed With Awe; In It Wait Till Judgment Break Excellent And Fair. Be Its Mattress Straight, Be Its Pillow Round; Let No Sunrise’ Yellow Noise Interrupt This Ground.

... I Have No Letter From The Dead, Yet Daily Love Them More.

Take All Away From Me, But Leave Me Ecstasy, And I Am Richer Then Than All My Fellow Men-.