Life Is An Empty Dream.

Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past Pleasure Turns To Pain

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

I See My Way As Birds Their Trackless Way. I Shall Arrive,- What Time, What Circuit First, I Ask Not; But Unless God Send His Hail Or Blinding Fire-balls, Sleet Or Stifling Snow, In Some Time, His Good Time, I Shall Arrive: He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.