Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded

Our Deeds Are Fetters That We Forge Ourselves.

Our Deeds Still Travel With Us From Afar, And What We Have Been Makes Us What We Are.

Knightly Love Is Blent With Reverence As Heavenly Air Is Blent With Heavenly Blue.

There's Folks As Make Bad Butter And Trusten To The Salt T' Hide It.

In The First Moments When We Come Away From The Presence Of Death, Every Other Relation To The Living Is Merged, To Our Feeling, In The Great Relation Of A Common Nature And A Common Destiny.