Once More Upon The Waters! Yet Once

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

Then Stirs The Feeling Infinite, So Felt In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

[my Advice] Will One Day Be Found With Other Relics Of 'a Former World,' When This World Shall Be Former, Underground, Thrown Topsy-turvy, Twisted, Crisped, And Curled, Baked, Fried Or Burnt, Turned Inside-out, Or Drowned, Like All The Worlds Before, Which Have Been Hurled First Out Of, And Then Back Again To Chaos, The Superstratum Which Will Overlay Us.

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.