Once upon a midnight dreary

I heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.

In the one instance, the dreamerloses sight of this object in a wilderness of deductions and suggestionsuntilhe finds the incitamentum, or first cause of his musings,... forgotten. In my case, the primary object was invariably frivolous, although assuming, through the medium of my distempered vision, a refracted and unreal importance.

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

The result of law inviolate is perfection–right–negative happiness. The result of law violate is imperfection, wrong, positive pain.