I Will Not Deny But That The

Where Eldest Night And Chaos, Ancestors Of Nature, Hold Eternal Anarchy Amidst The Noise Of Endless Wars, And By Confusion Stand; For Hot, Cold, Moist, And Dry, Four Champions Fierce, Strive Here For Mast'ry.

How Sweetly Did They Float Upon The Wings Of Silence Through The Empty-vaulted Night, At Every Fall Smoothing The Raven Down Of Darkness Till It Smiled!

Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.

Dim Eclipse, Disastrous Twilight.

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.