O Suffering, Sad Humanity! O Ye Afflicted

I Shot An Arrow Into The Air, It Fell To Earth, I Knew Not Where.

The Nile, Forever New And Old, Among The Living And The Dead, Its Mighty, Mystic Stream Has Rolled.

There's Nothing Fair Nor Beautiful, But Takes Something From Thee, That Makes It Beautiful.

The Sun Is Set; And In His Latest Beams Yon Little Cloud Of Ashen Gray And Gold, Slowly Upon The Amber Air Unrolled, The Falling Mantle Of The Prophet Seems.

Talk Not Of Wasted Affection - Affection Never Was Wasted.