Nothing More Do I Ask

Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish, Or To Live?

By Chivalries As Tiny, A Blossom, Or A Book, The Seeds Of Smiles Are Planted- Which Blossom In The Dark.

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

One Need Not Be A Chamber - To Be Haunted - One Need Not Be A House - The Brain - Has Corridors - Surpassing Material Place - Far Safer, Of A Midnight - Meeting External Ghost - Than An Interior - Confronting - That Cooler - Host. Far Safer, Through An Abbey - Gallop - The Stones A'chase - Than Moonless - One's A'self Encounter - In Lonesome Place - Ourself - Behind Ourself - Concealed - Should Startle - Most.