...As heard among listening eyes, felt within the modest heart, Oh hear see! of my cry, of wayward words, cast outward, thwarted and waste me, not... ...As life would, in unkind repression, end is written spirit, judged with deafened ear, Wooded babes outwith reason, their melody never sending Hysterical lyrical cries, composed, sung by another silent, unborn voice. ...as an unturned restless spirit, scathed, while storms have made peace with eyes, seeing more clearly now, through skies of depth and spiritual oceans of sky..