It Was The Secrets Of Heaven And

Nothing Is So Painful To The Human Mind As A Great And Sudden Change.

One Man's Life Or Death Were But A Small Price To Pay For The Acquirement Of The Knowledge Which I Sought

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.

I Saw And Heard Of None Like Me. Was I Then A Monster, A Blot Upon The Earth, From Which All Men Fled, And Whom All Men Disowned?

I See By Your Eagerness, And The Wonder And Hope Which Your Eyes Express, My Friend, That You Expect To Be In Formed Of The Secret With Which I Am Acquainted. That Cannot Be.