• It feels a shame to be Alive —

    When Men so brave — are dead —

    One envies the Distinguished Dust —

    Permitted — such a Head —


    The Stone — that tells defending Whom

    This Spartan put away

    What little of Him we — possessed

    In Pawn for Liberty —


    The price is great —...

  • The World — feels Dusty

    When We stop to Die —

    We want the Dew — then —

    Honors — taste dry —


    Flags — vex a Dying face —

    But the least Fan

    Stirred by a friend's Hand —

    Cools — like the Rain —


    Mine be the Ministry

    When thy Thirst comes —

    And Hybla...

  • Time feels so vast that were it not

    For an Eternity —

    I fear me this Circumference

    Engross my Finity —


    To His exclusion, who prepare

    By Processes of Size

    For the Stupendous Vision

    Of his diameters —