To Run Over Better Waters

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

In His Will, Our Peace.

As Phantoms Frighten Beasts When Shadows Fall.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame, And His Desire And All His Life Drift Past Him Like A Dream, And The Traces Of His Memory Fade From Time Like Smoke In Air, Or Ripples On A Stream.

I Made My Own House Be My Gallows.