What Will The Solemn Hemlock-

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It

We Turn Not Older With Years But Newer Every Day.

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

An Altered Look About The Hills; A Tyrian Light The Village Fills; A Wider Sunrise In The Dawn; A Deeper Twilight On The Lawn; A Print Of A Vermilion Foot; A Purple Finger On The Slope; A Flippant Fly Upon The Pane; A Spider At His Trade Again; An Added Strut In Chanticleer; A Flower Expected Everywhere.

To Travel Far, There Is No Better Ship Than A Book.