The Moon Gazed On My Midnight Labours,

I Am Not A Person Of Opinions Because I Feel The Counter Arguments Too Strongly.

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.

Ennui, The Demon, Waited At The Threshold Of His Noiseless Refuge, And Drove Away The Stirring Hopes And Enlivening Expectations, Which Form The Better Part Of Life.

Evil Thenceforth Became My Good.

...we Are Unfashioned Creatures, But Half Made Up, If One Wiser, Better, Dearer Than Ourselves - Such A Friend Ought To Be - Do Not Lend His Aid To Perfectionate Our Weak And Faulty Natures.