The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though

After A Hundred Years Nobody Knows The Place, Agony, That Enacted There, Motionless As Peace.

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something, It Is What It Is.

Saying Nothing... Sometimes Says The Most.

All Things Do Go A-courting, In Earth, Or Sea, Or Air, God Hath Made Nothing Single But Thee In His World So Fair.