We Allude To The Short

In For Ever Knowing, We Are For Ever Blessed; But To Know All Were The Curse Of A Fiend

Who Cares How Time Advances? I Am Drinking Ale Today.

I Dread The Events Of The Future, Not In Themselves But In Their Results.

Words Have No Power To Impress The Mind Without The Exquisite Horror Of Their Reality.

Yes I Now Feel That It Was Then On That Evening Of Sweet Dreams- That The Very First Dawn Of Human Love Burst Upon The Icy Night Of My Spirit. Since That Period I Have Never Seen Nor Heard Your Name Without A Shiver Half Of Delight Half Of Anxiety.