For Years Your Name Never

Invisible Things Are The Only Realities.

...if You Do Not Take It Up With You In Some Way, I Shall Be Under The Necessity Of Breaking Your Head With This Shovel

And So, Being Young And Dipt In Folly, I Fell In Love With Melancholy.

As The Strong Man Exults In His Physical Ability, Delighting In Such Exercises As Call His Muscles Into Action, So Glories The Analyst In That Moral Activity Which Disentangles.

You Call It Hope-that Fire Of Fire! It Is But Agony Of Desire.