Works Of Genius Are The First Things

You Cannot Conceive How I Ache To Be With You: How I Would Die For One Hour.

Where The Nightingale Doth Sing Not A Senseless, Tranced Thing, But Divine Melodious Truth.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter; Therefore, Ye Soft Pipes, Play On; Not To The Sensual Ear, But, More Endear'd, Pipe To The Spirit Ditties Of No Tone.

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.