Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst

Knowledge Is Not Happiness, And Science But An Exchange Of Ignorance For That Which Is Another Kind Of Ignorance.

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!

And If I Laugh At Any Mortal Thing, 'tis That I May Not Weep.

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

Twas Twilight, And The Sunless Day Went Down Over The Waste Of Waters; Like A Veil, Which, If Withdrawn, Would But Disclose The Frown Of One Whose Hate Is Mask'd But To Assail.