Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of

--then On The Shore Of The Wide World I Stand Alone, And Think Till Love And Fame To Nothingness Do Sink.

Wherein Lies Happiness? In That Which Becks Our Ready Minds To Fellowship Divine, A Fellowship With Essence; Till We Shine, Full Alchemiz’d, And Free Of Space. Behold The Clear Religion Of Heaven!

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever.

Joy, Whose Hand Is Ever At His Lips, Bidding Adieu

I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i Choose The Latter.