There Is No Passion, More

The Lapse Of Ages Changes All Things - Time, Language, The Earth, The Bounds Of The Sea, The Stars Of The Sky, And Every Thing About, Around, And Underneath Man, Except Man Himself.

There's Music In The Sighing Of A Reed; There's Music In The Gushing Of A Rill; There's Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears; The Earth Is But The Music Of The Spheres.

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

Who Then Will Explain The Explanation?

I Learned To Love Despair.