A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.