And All I Loved, I

Years Of Love Have Been Forgot, In The Hatred Of A Minute.

And The Life Of The Ebony Clock Went Out With That Of The Last Of The Gay. And The Flames Of The Tripods Expired. And Darkness And Decay And The Red Death Held Illimitable Dominion Over All.

Ah, Broken Is The Golden Bowl! The Spirit Flown Forever! Let The Bell Toll!-a Saintly Soul Floats On The Stygian River; And, Guy De Vere, Hast Thou No Tear?-weep Now Or Nevermore!

False Hope Is Nicer Than No Hope At All.

Science Has Not Yet Taught Us If Madness Is Or Is Not The Sublimity Of The Intelligence.