I Do Not Believe In Any Religion,

In The Desert A Fountain Is Springing, In The Wide Waste There Still Is A Tree, And A Bird In The Solitude Singing, Which Speaks To My Spirit Of Thee

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.

My Slumbers--if I Slumber--are Not Sleep, But A Continuance Of Enduring Thought, Which Then I Can Resist Not: In My Heart There Is A Vigil, And These Eyes But Close To Look Within; And Yet I Live, And Bear The Aspect And The Form Of Breathing Men.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.

I Die But First I Have Possessed, And Come What May, I Have Been Blessed.