When there is fear,he will have his pen clasp it high,whence for him,the wonders of night give light,where he lies behind his own familiar world nigh,holding an inquisitive heart pressed by thoughts to fight.

As I always mingle with you poesy,with a half lip of smile,my heart is so in frail and mind in ponder,without knowing how to Love you deeper,for what you gave me as another sun shine.

Oft When Somber shadows veil the human laughter,and lowly made depression its doom above us sink,from agonal mind with grief that drive's and batter mark'd by the sails of lonely hours that steep to think.

A calm respite below the emerald tinged trees shade, my dream beaded one, another, afeared;ha fear—that self howl; not yet rise in me though the tranquil quill guided me through the forest sigh.

Solitude itself your happiness,when a train of some promised words break like beads from the Heart's decked chain.

You must never wander for a chance to beloved from the same hatred you once hide.