It Would Be Mockery To Call Such

It Was Night, And The Rain Fell; And Falling, It Was Rain, But, Having Fallen, It Was Blood.

Let My Heart Be Still A Moment And This Mystery Explore.

A Mystery, And A Dream, Should My Early Life Seem.

Indeed, There Is An Eloquence In True Enthusiasm That Is Not To Be Doubted.

The Fever Called "living" Is Conquer'd At Last.