A Mind Too Active Is

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.

What Have I Done, Dear God, To Deserve This Perpetual Feeling That I'm Almost Ready To Begin Something Really New?

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart Than A Hambone.