A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.

I'm A Spalding Gray In A Rick Dees World.

It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales Already Plainly Told.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.