My Poverty Is Not Complete:

God Has Given A Great Deal To Man, But Man Would Like Something From Man.

Everything That I Bear Within Me Bound, Is To Be Found Somewhere Else Free.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight Of Them.