She Hurried At His Words, Beset With

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

There Is Nothing Stable In The World; Uproar's Your Only Music.

O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet My Song Comes Native With The Warmth. O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet The Evening Listens.

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.