But No One Came. Because No One

I Shall Do One Thing In This Life-one Thing Certain-this Is, Love You, And Long Of You, And Keep Wanting You Till I Die.

Black Chaos Comes, And The Fettered Gods Of The Earth Say, Let There Be Light.

She Was But A Transient Impression, Half Forgotten.

He Wished She Knew His Impressions; But He Would As Soon Have Thought Of Carrying An Odour In A Net As Of Attempting To Convey The Intangibilities Of His Feeling In The Coarse Meshes Of Language. So He Remained Silent.

That Aspects Are Within Us; And Who Seems Most Kingly Is The King.