Only This I Know, That

How Sweetly Did They Float Upon The Wings Of Silence Through The Empty-vaulted Night, At Every Fall Smoothing The Raven Down Of Darkness Till It Smiled!

But Infinite In Pardon Is My Judge.

The Superior Man Acquaints Himself With Many Sayings Of Antiquity And Many Deeds Of The Past, In Order To Strengthen His Character Thereby.

In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely Than Pandora.

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round