So Much One Man Can Do That

Thus, Though We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run

Music, The Mosaic Of The Air.

My Love Is Of A Birth As Rare As 'tis, For Object, Strange And High; It Was Begotten By Despair Upon Impossibility.

Self-preservation, Nature's First Great Law, All The Creatures, Except Man, Doth Awe.

But At My Back I Always Hear Time's Winged Chariot Hurrying Near.