Art Remains The One Way Possible Of

As Is Your Sort Of Mind, So Is Your Sort Of Search: You Will Find What You Desire.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

Tis Man's To Explore Up And Down, Inch By Inch, With The Taper His Reason.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.

That's The Wise Thrush; He Sings Each Song Twice Over, Lest You Should Think He Never Could Recapture The First Fine Careless Rapture!