You Are Human And Fallible.

As To The Thoughts, They Are Elfish. Those Eyes In The Evening Star You Must Have Seen In A Dream.

If He Were Insane, However, His Was A Very Cool And Collected Insanity.

Oh, I Am Not Going To Die, Am I? He Will Not Separate Us, We Have Been So Happy.

As Much Good-will May Be Conveyed In One Hearty Word As In Many.

But I Tell You - And Mark My Words - You Will Come Some Day To A Craggy Pass In The Channel, Where The Whole Of Life's Stream Will Be Broken Up Into Whirl And Tumult, Foam And Noise: Either You Will Be Dashed To Atoms On Crag Points, Or Lifted Up And Borne On By Some Master-wave Into A Calmer Current.