The Worst Way To Improve The World

Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them Too.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

What Are Ye Orbs? The Words Of God? The Scriptures Of The Skies?

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.