I Came Like Water, And Like Wind

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.

A Moment's Halt-a Momentary Taste Of Being From The Well Amid The Waste- And, Lo! The Phantom Caravan Has Reach'd The Nothing It Set Out From. Oh, Make Haste!

Hearts Are Like Tapers, Which At Beauteous Eyes Kindle A Flame Of Love That Never Dies; And Beauty Is A Flame, Where Hearts, Like Moths, Offer Themselves A Burning Sacrifice.

You Know How Little While We Have To Stay, And, Once Departed, May Return No More.

Yes, The First Morning Of Creation Wrote What The Last Dawn Of Reckoning Shall Read.