Wit, Weight, Or Wealth There Was Not In Anything That Was Said, In Anything That Was Done; All Was Of Scope To Cause Not A Triumph, Dazzle, Or Dread To Even The Subtlest One, My Friend, To Even The Subtlest One. But There Was A New Afflation - An Aura Zephyring Round, That Care Infected Not: It Came As A Salutation, And, In My Sweet Astound, I Scarcely Witted What Might Pend, I Scarcely Witted What. The Hills In Samewise To Me Spoke, As They Grayly Gazed, First Hills To Speak So Yet! The Thin-Edged Breezes Blew Me What I, Though Cobwebbed, Crazed, Was Never To Forget, My Friend, Was Never To Forget!