The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, / Who thicks man's blood with cold.

A savage place! as holy and enchanted / As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted / By woman wailing for her demon lover!

A man’s desire is for the woman, but the woman’s desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.

A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind.

As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale -- my dreams become the substances of my life.