Ease Would Recant Vows Made In Pain,

And As An Ev'ning Dragon Came, Assailant On The Perched Roosts And Nests In Order Rang'd Of Tame Villatic Fowl.

Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

O Fairest Flower! No Sooner Blown But Blasted, Soft Silken Primrose Fading Timelessly.

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.