The Truth Dazzles Gradually, Or Else The

The Poet Lights The Light And Fades Away. But The Light Goes On And On.

I Think Heaven Will Not Be As Good As Earth, Unless It Bring With It That Sweet Power To Remember, Which Is The Staple Of Heaven Here.

Narcotics Cannot Still The Tooth. That Nibbles At The Soul

Nods From The Gilded Pointers - Nods From The Seconds Slim - Decades Of Arrogance Between The Dial Life - And Him -

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.