Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun the many still must labor for the one
Every sense hath been o'erstrung, and each frail fibre of the brain sent forth her thoughts all wild and wide
Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and only healer when the heart hath bled... Time, the avenger!
Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.