A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.

You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.

Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings, Conquer All Mysteries By Rule And Line, Empty The Haunted Air, And Gnomed Mine - Unweave A Rainbow.

One Of The Most Mysterious Of Semi-speculations Is, One Would Suppose, That Of One Mind's Imagining Into Another

Season Of Mists And Mellow Fruitfulness, Close Bosom-friend Of The Maturing Sun.