What Deep Wounds Ever Closed

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

Then Rose From Sea To Sky The Wild Farewell Then Shriek'd The Timid, And Stood Still The Brave, Then Some Leap'd Overboard With Fearful Yell, As Eager To Anticipate Their Grave.