The World Is Too Brutal

There's A Blush For Won't, And A Blush For Shan't, And A Blush For Having Done It: There's A Blush For Thought And A Blush For Naught, And A Blush For Just Begun It.

You Might Curb Your Magnanimity, And Be More Of An Artist, And Load Every Rift Of Your Subject With Ore.

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.

There Is A Budding Tomorrow In Midnight.

And Shade The Violets, That They May Bind The Moss In Leafy Nets.