The Goodness Of Your True Pun Is

No Murmur Arose From Its Bed, And So Gently It Wandered Along, That The Pearly Pebbles Upon Which We Loved To Gaze, Far Down Within Its Bosom, Stirred Not At All, But Lay In A Motionless Content, Each In Its Own Old Station, Shining On Gloriously Forever.

And My Soul From Out That Shadow That Lies Floating On The Floor, Shall Be Lifted -- Nevermore!

A Mystery, And A Dream, Should My Early Life Seem.

The Scariest Monsters Are The Ones That Lurk Within Our Souls.

A Lie Travels Round The World While Truth Is Putting Her Boots On.