That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled

Everywhere Is Here And Every When Is Now.

Follow Your Path, And Let The People Talk.

As Fall The Light Autumnal Leaves, One Still The Other Following, Till The Bough Strews All Its Honors On The Earth Below.

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

Midway Upon The Journey Of Our Life