Midnight Brought On The Dusky Hour Friendliest

That Space The Evil One Abstracted Stood From His Own Evil, And For The Time Remained Stupidly Good, Of Enmity Disarmed, Of Guile, Of Hate, Of Envy, Of Revenge .

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?

Can Any Mortal Mixture Of Earth's Mould Breathe Such Divine Enchanting Ravishment?

Our State Cannot Be Severed, We Are One, One Flesh; To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself.