Well the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee's in the mirror
And the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails
And it's true there's nothing left for him down here
And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors Are those dreams or are those prayers?
So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit
Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again
Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time
And it's time time time that I love
And it's time time time

I have learned to look on life, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man, a motion and a spirit, that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought, and rolls through all things. Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth; of all the mighty world of eye and ear, both what they half-create, and what perceive; well pleased to recognize in nature and the language of the sense, the anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, the guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul of all my moral being.

My eyes and hair.

I have owed to them, in hours of weariness, sensations sweet,felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, and passing even into my purer mind with tranquil restoration:—feelings too of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps, as may have had no trivial influence on that best portion of a good man's life.

1.)My dogs
2.)Oxygen
3.)Faith & Hope
4.)Peace
5.)Love

Little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, to them I may have owed another gift, of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened:—that serene and blessed mood, in which the affections gently lead us on, until, the breath of this corporeal frame, and even the motion of our human blood almost suspended, we are laid asleep in body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, I see into the life of things.

With gleams of half-extinguished thought, with many recognitions dim and faint, and somewhat of a sad perplexity. There I'll be, not only with the sense of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts that in this moment there is life and food for future years.

I met a ghost once and he was dressed in Mechlin so, he wore no sandal on his foot and stepped like flakes of snow.

If the light is right.