I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest

Where There Is Mystery, It Is Generally Suspected There Must Also Be Evil.

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!

I Awoke One Morning And Found Myself Famous.

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?

Twas Twilight, And The Sunless Day Went Down Over The Waste Of Waters; Like A Veil, Which, If Withdrawn, Would But Disclose The Frown Of One Whose Hate Is Mask'd But To Assail.