In The First Is The

I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.

God Is The Perfect Poet.

Night Conceals A World But Reveals A Universe.

Life Is An Empty Dream.

Silence 'tis Awe Decrees.