If God Had Intended That

Rhyme, That Enslaved Queen, That Supreme Charm Of Our Poetry, That Creator Of Our Meter.

There Are People Who Observe The Rules Of Honor As One Observes The Stars, From A Great Distance.

Man Does Not Understand Nor Accept Immortality Except On Condition Of Self-remembrance.

One Believes Others Will Do What He Will Do To Himself.

There Is A Determined Though Unseen Bravery That Defends Itself Foot By Foot In The Darkness Against The Fatal Invasions Of Necessity And Dishonesty. Noble And Mysterious Triumphs That No Eye Sees, And No Fame Rewards, And No Flourish Of Triumph Salutes. Life, Misfortunes, Isolation, Abandonment, Poverty, Are Battlefields That Have Their Heroes; Obscure Heroes, Sometimes Greater Than The Illustrious Heroes.