Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!