Cold Hopes Swarm Like Worms Within Our

That Orbed Maiden, With White Fire Laden, Whom Mortals Call The Moon.

A Dream Has Power To Poison Sleep.

February... Bending From Heaven, In Azure Mirth, It Kissed The Forehead Of The Earth, And Smiled Upon The Silent Sea, And Bade The Frozen Streams Be Free, And Waked To Music All Their Fountains, And Breathed Upon The Frozen Mountains.

The Cloud Of Mind Is Discharging Its Collected Lightning.

The Encomium Of One Incapable Of Flattery Is Indeed Flattering.