I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

O God, I Could Be Bound In A Nutshell, And Count Myself A King Of Infinite Space – Were It Not That I Have Bad Dreams.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.