The World Is Too Brutal For Me-i

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.

And There Shall Be For Thee All Soft Delight That Shadowy Thought Can Win, A Bright Torch, And A Casement Ope At Night, To Let The Warm Love In!

All Writing Is A Form Of Prayer.

But Let Me See Thee Stoop From Heaven On Wings That Fill The Sky With Silver Glitterings!

Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.