I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am

O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet My Song Comes Native With The Warmth. O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet The Evening Listens.

Wherein Lies Happiness? In That Which Becks Our Ready Minds To Fellowship Divine, A Fellowship With Essence; Till We Shine, Full Alchemiz’d, And Free Of Space. Behold The Clear Religion Of Heaven!

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

His Religion At Best Is An Anxious Wish,-like That Of Rabelais, A Great Perhaps.

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.