I am the soul in limbo.
Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
May night continue to fall upon the orchestra
At the word witch, we imagine the horrible old crones from Macbeth. But the cruel trials witches suffered teach us the opposite. Many perished precisely because they were young and beautiful.
I love you on the surface of seas Red like the egg when it is green
To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything.