I
IT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by...
I said fate plays a game without a score,and who needs fish if you've got caviar
The triumph of the Gothic style would come to passand turn you on—no need for coke, or grass
I sit by the window
Outside, an aspen
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair
I sit be...