I Ought To Be Thy Adam, But

I Do Know That For The Sympathy Of One Living Being, I Would Make Peace With All. I Have Love In Me The Likes Of Which You Can Scarcely Imagine And Rage The Likes Of Which You Would Not Believe. If I Cannot Satisfy The One, I Will Indulge The Other.

Oh! Grief Is Fantastic; It Weaves A Web On Which To Trace The History Of Its Woe From Every Form And Change Around; It Incorporates Itself With All Living Nature; It Finds Sustenance In Every Object; As Light, It Fills All Things, And, Like Light, It Gives Its Own Colors To All.

He Was Soon Borne Away By The Waves And Lost In Darkness And Distance.

With How Many Things Are We On The Brink Of Becoming Acquainted, If Cowardice Or Carelessness Did Not Restrain Our Inquiries.

Thus Strangely Are Our Souls Constructed, And By Slight Ligaments Are We Bound To Prosperity And Ruin.