The Same Heart Beats In

Inequality Has The Natural And Necessary Effect, Under The Present Circumstances, Of Materializing Our Upper Class, Vulgarizing Our Middle Class, And Brutalizing Our Lower Class.

Not Deep The Poet Sees, But Wide.

How Many Minds--almost All The Great Ones--were Formed In Secrecy And Solitude!

Spare Me The Whispering, Crowded Room, The Friends Who Come And Gape And Go, The Ceremonious Air Of Gloom - All, Which Makes Death A Hideous Show.

Once Read Thy Own Breast Right, And Thou Hast Done With Fears.