I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such Man, And Broke The Die.

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar? The Hearts Bleed Longest, And Heals But To Wear That Which Disfigures It.

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.

The Keenest Pangs The Wretched Find Are Rapture To The Dreary Void, The Leafless Desert Of The Mind, The Waste Of Feelings Unemployed.