That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are

Yet I Did Love Thee To The Last, As Ferverently As Thou, Who Didst Not Change Through All The Past, And Canst Not Alter Now.

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar?

Once More Upon The Waters! Yet Once More! And The Waves Bound Beneath Me As A Steed That Knows His Rider.

Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray Flits The Shade Of Power.

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.