Much Have I Traveled In The Realms

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

My Imagination Is A Monastery And I Am Its Monk.

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.

Deep In The Shady Sadness Of A Vale Far Sunken From The Healthy Breath Of Morn, Far From The Fiery Noon And Eve's One Star, Sat Gray-haired Saturn, Quiet As A Stone, Still As The Silence Round About His Lair.

The Poppies Hung Dew-dabbled On Their Stalks.