Tasteful Illumination Of The Night, Bright Scattered,

Wildness Is My Suiting Scene.

Tasteful Illumination Of The Night, Bright Scattered, Twinkling Star Of Spangled Earth.

To-morrow Comes, True Copy Of To-day,and Empty Shadow Of What Is To Be;yet Cheated Hope On Future Still Depends,and Ends But Only When Our Being Ends.

Into The Nothingness Of Scorn And Noise, Into The Living Sea Of Waking Dreams, Where There Is Neither Sense Of Life Or Joys, But The Vast Shipwreck Of My Life's Esteems; And E'en The Dearest--that I Love The Best-- Are Strange--nay, Rather Stranger Than The Rest.

Throw Not My Words Away, As Many Do;they're Gold In Value, Though They're Cheap To You.