Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye.
You become what you behold.
The world of imagination is the world of eternity.
The eye sees more than the heart knows.
The eye altering, alters all.