Forever Is Comprised Of Nows.

How Softly Summer Shuts, Without The Creaking Of A Door.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

The Last Of Summer Is Delight - Deterred By Retrospect. 'tis Ecstasy's Revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To Meet It - Nameless As It Is - Without Celestial Mail - Audacious As Without A Knock To Walk Within The Veil.

Success Is Counted Sweetest / By Those Who Ne'er Succeed.