A Ghost In Marble Of A Girl

The Soul Can Split The Sky In Two And Let The Face Of God Shine Through.

Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Now The Autumn Shudders In The Rose's Root. Far And Wide The Ladders Lean Among The Fruit. Now The Autumn Clambers Up The Trellised Frame, And The Rose Remembers The Dust From Which It Came. Brighter Than The Blossom On The Rose's Bough Sits The Wizened Orange, Bitter Berry Now; Beauty Never Slumbers; All Is In Her Name; But The Rose Remembers The Dust From Which It Came.

Earth Does Not Understand Her Child, Who From The Loud Gregarious Town Returns, Depleted And Defiled, To The Still Woods, To Fling Him Down.

God, I Can Push The Grass Apart And Lay My Finger On Thy Heart.