In my feverish fingers the world writhes. I am a net of wire, a pulse of thousand pulses, a seismograph of world-quakes. In the East there rises in me the sun, in the West there sets in me the sun, Morocco storms fy fortresses, a hurricane devastates my harvest-fields, in Broome Street I perish in flames, the black Hudson drags me to its bottom, I kindle the world in the fire of decline; with naked heaving breasts, with hungry eyes, raging fists upon sated worlds I advance — — — In my feverish fingers the world convulses, and I within it — — a sullen sadness .

" Such is the Almighty Will" so spake the honest brow,
But the cold grave covers his body now,
And the rank grass, and weeds that hide his breast
Are dull and green, and common as the rest.
Hush " rest in peace" —

Over the distant sea quietly glides the light of the world. Quiet. — — Only a great blue silence reigns over the world. Over the layers, over the treasures of frozen quiet the hand of Creation weeps.
Upon the entire distance and breadth of the silent Earth lies the white body of Woman. Beyond all silent spaces foams the white body of Woman. Like heralds of misfortune her woes overrun all the highways of the world.
Quiet. — — Only a great heavy silence sates itself on the quiet earth. Over the layers, over the treasures of frozen quiet the hand of Creation rests.

Theres many worships loves first flowers
As joys reality
& dwells on smiles that once was ours
As they woud never dye
But manhood youths fond dreams destroys
& scores have lovd as vain
& parted wi the bosom joys
Theyll never meet again

Blackbirds loud minstrels of the summer shower
How rich & loud their melody comes down
From the dark wood hazels & the spinney bower
Of ash & blackthorn that oerhangs the spring
To these a language & a voice is given
As universal as the light of heaven

Ive drank to thee when at the brook
As others do by wine
Theirs was the palm in sugard taste
But love made out for mine

With in the wood side ivy tree
Knapping like cracking nuts the owl
Startles not frit enough to flee
& ruffs the feathers of her cowl

The publicans meek prayer — " Have mercy Lord
" On me a sinner" met unhoped reward
His saviour heard & smiling heard him pray
Sending the sinner justified away
Not so the pharisees unhumbled pride
God frowned & cast the selfish praise aside

Abodements desolate mans mind disturbs
The loss of friends the withering of hopes
That ever & anon his peace disturbs
While joy as paramour with fear elopes

Methinks (cold fear) bids me bide
In thickest tufts of coverts close, and so myself to hide.
Ah, rueful remedy so that I (as it were)
Even tear my life out of the teeth of hounds, which make me fear,
And from those cruel curs and brain-sick bawling tykes,
Which do foot out to follow me both over hedge and dykes.