It Is Not For Minds Like Ours

Liberty - Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind

That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are Song, The Poetry Of Speech.

Many Are Poets, But Without The Name;for What Is Poesy But To Createfrom Overfeeling Good Or Ill; And Aimat An External Life Beyond Our Fate,and Be The New Prometheus Of New Men,bestowing Fire From Heaven, And Then, Too Late,finding The Pleasure Given Repaid With Pain

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

Time Strips Our Illusions Of Their Hue, And One By One In Turn, Some Grand Mistake Casts Off Its Bright Skin Yearly Like The Snake.