There Is A Budding Tomorrow In Midnight.

She Hurried At His Words, Beset With Fears, For There Were Sleeping Dragons All Around.

How Beautiful, If Sorrow Had Not Made Sorrow More Beautiful Than Beauty's Self.

O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, Let It Not Be Among The Jumbled Heap Of Murky Buildings

Ay, On The Shores Of Darkness There Is A Light, And Precipices Show Untrodden Green; There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight; There Is Triple Sight In Blindness Keen.

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.