• From “Verses upon His Divine Poesy”
    THE SEAS are quiet when the winds give o’er;
    So calm are we when passions are no more.
    For then we know how vain it was to boast
    Of fleeting things, too certain to be lost.
    Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
    Conceal that emptiness which age descries.

    The soul’s dark cottage, battered and decayed...