No Voice; But Oh - The Silence

What If You Slept? And What If, In Your Sleep, You Went To Heaven And There Plucked A Strange And Beautiful Flower? And What If,when You Awoke,you Had The Flower In Your Hand? Ah, What Then?

In Philosophy Equally As In Poetry It Is The Highest And Most Useful Prerogative Of Genius To Produce The Strongest Impressions Of Novelty, While It Rescues Admitted Truths From The Neglect Caused By The Very Circumstance Of Their Universal Admission.

O It Is Pleasant, With A Heart At Ease, Just After Sunset, Or By Moonlight Skies, To Make The Shifting Clouds Be What You Please.

For I Often Please Myself With The Fancy, Now That I May Have Saved From Oblivion The Only Striking Passage In A Whole Volume, And Now That I May Have Attracted Notice To A Writer Undeservedly Forgotten.

Is Duty A Mere Sport, Or An Employ! Life An Entrusted Talent Or A Toy!