Solitude Sometimes Is Best Society.

Where Glowing Embers Through The Room Teach Light To Counterfeit A Gloom.

On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip The Pert Fairies And The Dapper Elves.

To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or Suffering.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter Everyday Epiphanies.

My Mansion Is, Where Those Immortal Shapes Of Bright Aerial Spirits Live Insphered In Regions Mild Of Calm And Serene Air, Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.