In Fact, Truth Cannot Be Communicated Until

He Hath Awakened From The Dream Of Life.

The Sunlight Claps The Earth, And The Moonbeams Kiss The Sea: What Are All These Kissings Worth, If Thou Kiss Not Me?

Death Will Come When Thou Art Dead, Soon, Too Soon.

And On The Pedestal These Words Appear:
 'my Name Is Ozymandias, King Of Kings:
 Look On My Works, Ye Mighty, And Despair!' 
nothing Beside Remains. Round The Decay
 Of That Colossal Wreck, Boundless And Bare
 The Lone And Level Sands Stretch Far Away.

I Cannot Endure The Horror, The Evil, Which Comes To Self In Solitude.