Walk Boldly And Wisely.... There

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

It Is Fine To Stand Upon Some Lofty Mountain Thought, And Feel The Spirit Stretch Into A View.