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For Love And Beauty And Delight, There Is No Death Nor Change.

Reason Respects The Differences, And Imagination The Similitudes Of Things.

Image Of Rugged Cliffs And So Thy Thoughts, When Thou Art Gone, Love Itself Shall Slumber On.

Rise Like Lions After Slumber In Unvanquishable Number- Shake Your Chains To Earth Like Dew Which In Sleep Had Fallen On You Ye Are Many-they Are Few.

The Quick Dreams, The Passion-winged Ministers Of Thought.