Deed Done Is Well Begun.

Thy Soul Is By Vile Fear Assailed, Which Oft So Overcasts A Man, That He Recoils From Noblest Resolution, Like A Beast At Some False Semblance In The Twilight Gloom.

Deed Done Is Well Begun.

So That The Universe Felt Love, By Which, As Somebelieve, The World Has Many Times Been Turned To Chaos. And At That Moment This Ancient Rock, Here And Elsewhere, Fell Broken Into Pieces.

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.