To Be An Error And To Be

Nature Has No Outline. Imagination Has.

O Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race?

The Cistern Contains: The Fountain Overflows.

I Thought Love Lived In The Hot Sunshine, But O, He Lives In The Moony Light! I Thought To Find Love In The Heat Of Day, But Sweet Love Is The Comforter Of Night.

How Do You Know But Ev’ry Bird That Cuts The Airy Way, Is An Immense World Of Delight, Clos’d By Your Senses Five?