Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now$$$ the glory and the dream?

They can because they think they can.

And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover.

Up here my eyes are green leaves$$$ unseeing.

Every face$$$ every shop$$$ bedroom window$$$ public-house$$$ and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?

First a warning$$$ musical; then the hour$$$ irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

Yes$$$ she thought$$$ laying down her brush in extreme fatigues$$$ I have had my vision.

Why$$$ if it was an illusion$$$ not praise the catastrophe$$$ whatever it was$$$ that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?

The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.

What is this terror? What is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. "What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa$$$" he said. For there she was.