Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I

Longing Is Like A Seed That Wrestles In The Ground

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

Superiority To Fate Is Difficult To Gain 'tis Not Conferred Of Any But Possible To Earn.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense -- To A Discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- The Starkest Madness -- 'tis The Majority In This, As All, Prevail -- Assent -- And You Are Sane -- Demur -- You're Straightway Dangerous -- And Handled With A Chain --

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.