I Show You Doubt, To

How Well I Know What I Mean To Do When The Long Dark Autumn Evenings Come, And Where, My Soul, Is Thy Pleasant Hue? With The Music Of All Thy Voices, Dumb In Life’s November Too! I Shall Be Found By The Fire, Suppose, O’er A Great Wise Book As Beseemeth Age, While The Shutters Flap As The Cross-wind Blows, And I Turn The Page, And I Turn The Page, Not Verse Now, Only Prose!

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope Means Recognizing Fear.

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

Man Seeks His Own Good At The Whole World's Cost.