Suddenly, As Rare Things Will, It Vanished.

Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

And Yet, Because I Love Thee, I Obtain From That Same Love This Vindicating Grace, To Live On Still In Love, And Yet In Vain

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

Every Age, Through Being Beheld Too Close, Is Ill-discerned By Those Who Have Not Lived Past It.

You're Something Between A Dream And A Miracle.