Epigraph: 'Nequ, te ut miretur turba, labores, contentus paucia lectoribus.' - Horace.
I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the most spiritual poems; And I will make the poems of the body and of mortality, For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of the soul, and of immortality. Walt Whitman, Chants Democratic, 'Starting from Paumonok'.
Dedication: Dedicated in love and uplooking to my friend John Alex. Elder. Since the above was written he to whom it was addressed died suddenly in his thirtieth year. But I let it stand as it is. A truer friend and nobler spirit no man could know.
To E. A. S. As into some waste space in a dark sky A new star swims serene, and calm and bright, A never-fading steadfast lamp set high To fill with its immaculate far light The lonely darkness of the lonely night - ....(v-vi).
