Twohundredfifteen

The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiery...


Twohundredfourteen

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow...


Twohundredthirteen

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless...


Twohundredtwelve

O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or...