I Cling To Nowhere Until I Fall

A Deed Knocks First At Thought And Then - It Knocks At Will - That Is The Manufacturing Spot.

Whenever A Thing Is Done For The First Time, It Releases A Little Demon.

The Power To Console Is Not Within Corporeal Reach - Though Its Attempt Is Precious.

The Crime, From Us, Is Hidden, [though] He Is Presumed To Know.

Dreams Are The Subtle Dower That Make Us Rich An Hour Then Fling Us Poor Out Of The Purple Door.