But Fate Does Iron Wedges Drive, And

Casting The Body's Vest Aside, My Soul Into The Boughs Does Glide.

My Love Is Of A Birth As Rare As 'tis, For Object, Strange And High; It Was Begotten By Despair Upon Impossibility.

How Fit He Is To Sway That Can So Well Obey.

Self-preservation, Nature's First Great Law, All The Creatures, Except Man, Doth Awe.

Among The Blind The One-eyed Blinkard Reigns