If You Are Ever Drowned

Never To Suffer Would Have Been Never To Have Been Blessed.

The Truth Is, I Am Heartily Sick Of This Life & Of The Nineteenth Century In General. (i Am Convinced That Every Thing Is Going Wrong.)

We Gave The Future To The Winds, And Slumbered Tranquilly In The Present, Weaving The Dull World Around Us Into Dreams.

The Eye, Like A Shattered Mirror, Multiplies The Images Of Sorrow

Let My Heart Be Still A Moment And This Mystery Explore.