Soft O'er The Shrouds Aerial Whispers Breathe,

Only Music Has The Ability To Take You To The Edge Of Reality And Allow You To Peek In For A Moment.

All Nature Is But Art, Unknown To Thee All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See; All Discord, Harmony Not Understood; All Partial Evil, Universal Good.

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

Learn From The Beasts The Physic Of The Field.

Now Warm In Love, Now With'ring In My Bloom Lost In A Convent's Solitary Gloom!