When A Madman Appears Thoroughly Sane, Indeed,

In Me Didst Thou Exist-and, In My Death, See By This Image, Which Is Thine Own, How Utterly Thou Hast Murdered Thyself.

Yes I Now Feel That It Was Then On That Evening Of Sweet Dreams- That The Very First Dawn Of Human Love Burst Upon The Icy Night Of My Spirit. Since That Period I Have Never Seen Nor Heard Your Name Without A Shiver Half Of Delight Half Of Anxiety.

Stupidity Is A Talent For Misconception.

-ev'n With Us The Breath Of Science Dims The Mirror Of Our Joy.

Imperceptibly The Love Of These Discords Grew Upon Me As My Love Of Music Grew Stronger.