For A Man To Become A Poet

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

Above Or Love, Hope, Hate Or Fear, It Lives All Passionless And Pure: An Age Shall Fleet Like Earthly Year; Its Years In Moments Shall Endure. Away, Away, Without A Wing, O'er All, Through All, Its Thought Shall Fly; A Nameless And Eternal Thing, Forgetting What It Was To Die.

I Am So Changeable, Being Everything By Turns And Nothing Long - Such A Strange Melange Of Good And Evil.

Tyranny Is For The Worst Of Treasons.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.