Twohundredsixteen

Time passed from mind. Time died; and then we were Once more at home...


Twohundredfourteen

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


Twohundredtwelve

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


Twohundredeleven

The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the...