A Million Candles Have Burned Themselves Out.

Scorching My Seared Heart With A Pain, Not Hell Shall Make Me Fear Again.

If We Cannot Comprehend God In His Visible Works, How Then In His Inconceivable Thoughts, That Call The Works Into Being?

And So Faintly You Came Tapping, Tapping At My Chamber Door, That I Scarce Was Sure I Heard You"— Here I Opened Wide The Door; — Darkness There, And Nothing More.

I Am Above The Weakness Of Seeking To Establish A Sequence Of Cause And Effect, Between The Disaster And The Atrocity.

All That We See Or Seem Is But A Dream Within A Dream.