Onehundredseventyeight

My mind’s a map. A mad sea-captain drew it    Under a flowing moon...


Onehundredseventyseven

But I am laid on a northern steep With the roaring tides below me, And...


Onehundredseventysix

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. ...


Onehundredseventyfive

I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch...