Love Is The Art Of

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.

Man Is One; And He Hath One Great Heart. It Is Thus We Feel, With A Gigantic Throb Athwart The Sea, Each Other's Rights And Wrongs; Thus Are We Men.

Music Tells No Truths.