I Never Was In Love

If Poetry Does Not Come As Naturally As Leaves To A Tree, Then It Better Not Come At All.

Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease Us Out Of Thought As Doth Eternity.

In The Long Vista Of The Years To Roll,\ Let Me Not See My Country's Honor Fade;\ Oh! Let Me See Our Land Retain Its Soul!\ Her Pride In Freedom, And Not Freedom's Shade.

No, No, I'm Sure, My Restless Spirit Never Could Endure To Brood So Long Upon One Luxury, Unless It Did, Though Fearfully, Espy A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.

Turn The Key Deftly In The Oiled Wards, And Seal The Hushed Casket Of My Soul.