The Soul Has Many Motions,

I Have Gone Into The Waste Lonely Places

Be Sure That Whatever You Are Is You.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

Live In A Perpetual Great Astonishment.