Design Must Be Proved Before A Designer

The Cloud Shadows Of Midnight Possess Their Own Repose.

I Have Drunken Deep Of Joy.

Let Me Set My Mournful Ditty To A Merry Measure; Thou Wilt Never Come For Pity, Thou Wilt Come For Pleasure; Pity Then Will Cut Away Those Cruel Wings, And Thou Wilt Stay.

Narrow The Heart That Loves, The Brain That Contemplates, The Life That Wears, The Spirit That Creates One Object, And One Form, And Builds Thereby A Sepulchre For Its Eternity.

I Love Tranquil Solitude.