And Is He Honest Who

Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright,dreaming O'er The Joys Of Night.sleep, Sleep: In Thy Sleeplittle Sorrows Sit And Weep.

A Truth That's Told With Bad Intent Beats All The Lies You Can Invent.

Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

Down The Winding Cavern We Groped Our Tedious Way, Till A Void Boundless As The Nether Sky Appeared Beneath Us, And We Held By The Roots Of Trees And Hung Over This Immensity; But I Said: If You Please We Will Commit Ourselves To This Void And See Whether Providence Is Here Also.

Harmony Of Colouring Is Destructive Of Art? It Is Like The Smile Of A Fool.