Hope . . . Never

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.

This Is My Letter To The World, That Never Wrote To Me, The Simple News That Nature Told, With Tender Majesty. Her Message Is Committed, To Hands I Cannot See; For Love Of Her, Sweet Countrymen, Judge Tenderly Of Me.

The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Swam.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.