Mysteries Are Not To Be Solved. They

A Dog Starv'd At The Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State. A Horse Misus'd Upon The Road Calls To Heaven For Human Blood. Each Outcry Of The Hunted Hare A Fibre From The Brain Does Tear, A Skylark Wounded On The Wing, A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

Love Seeketh Not Itself To Please, Nor For Itself Hath Any Care, But For Another Gives Its Ease, And Builds A Heaven In Hell's Despair.

The Tigers Of Wrath Are Wiser Than The Horses Of Instruction.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed