If Your Nerve, Deny You - Go

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.

Angels In The Early Morning May Be Seen The Dews Among. Stooping, Plucking, Smiling, Flying. Do The Buds To Them Belong?

To Be Alive──is Power.

Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.