A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty
one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another