Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds,

Ay, On The Shores Of Darkness There Is A Light, And Precipices Show Untrodden Green; There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight; There Is Triple Sight In Blindness Keen.

One Of The Most Mysterious Of Semi-speculations Is, One Would Suppose, That Of One Mind's Imagining Into Another

His Old Right Hand Lay Nerveless, Listless, Dead, Unsceptred; And His Realmless Eyes Were Closed.

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children.

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.