Excess Of Joy Is Harder To Bear

You May Imitate, But Never Counterfeit.

Everything Becomes Agitated. Ideas Quick-march Into Motion Like Battalions Of A Grand Army To Its Legendary Fighting Ground, And The Battle Rages. Memories Charge In, Bright Flags On High; The Cavalry Of Metaphor Deploys With A Magnificent Gallop; The Artillery Of Logic Rushes Up With Clattering Wagons And Cartridges; On Imagination's Orders, Sharpshooters Sight And Fire; Forms And Shapes And Characters Rear Up; The Paper Is Spread With Ink - For The Nightly Labor Begins And Ends With Torrents Of This Black Water, As A Battle Opens And Concludes With Black Powder.

The Man As He Converses Is The Lover; Silent, He Is The Husband.

Love Is The Reduction Of The Universe To The Single Being, And The Expansion Of A Single Being, Even To God

Some Troubles, Like A Protested Note Of A Solvent Debtor, Bear Interest.