He Loves But Little Who Can Say

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.

The Truth Thy Speech Doth Show, Within My Heart Reproves The Swelling Pride.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame, And His Desire And All His Life Drift Past Him Like A Dream, And The Traces Of His Memory Fade From Time Like Smoke In Air, Or Ripples On A Stream.

I, Answering In The End, Began: 'alas, How Many Yearning Thoughts, What Great Desire, Have Lead Them Through Such Sorrow To Their Fate?

Astrology, The Noblest Of Sciences.