If We Feel The Least Degradation In

Not On One Strand Are All Life's Jewels Strung.

No Pattern Should Be Without Some Sort Of Meaning.

I Half Wish That I Had Not Been Born With A Sense Of Romance And Beauty In This Accursed Age.

The Heart Desires, The Hand Refrains. The Godhead Fires, The Soul Attains.

Forgetfulness Of Grief I Yet May Gain;in Some Wise May Come Ending To My Pain;it May Be Yet The Gods Will Have Me Glad!yet, Love, I Would That Thee And Pain I Had!