Who Can In Reason Then

A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood Of A Master Spirit.

Hence, Loathèd Melancholy, Of Cerberus And Blackest Midnight Born, In Stygian Cave Forlorn, 'mongst Horrid Shapes, And Shrieks, And Sights Unholy.

And Join With Thee Calm Peace And Quiet, Spare Fast, That Oft With Gods Doth Diet.

And Feel That I Am Happier Than I Know.

Yet Beauty, Though Injurious, Hath Strange Power, After Offence Returning, To Regain Love Once Possess'd.