A Thousand Half-loves Must Be Forsaken To

Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

For Me To Praise Is Interrupting Praise.

Don't Look To Anyone For Your Needs, For The One Who Created You, Waters You.

I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or Respectability. I Want This Music, And This Dawn, And The Warmth Of Your Cheek Against Mine.

It May Be That The Satisfaction I Need Depends On My Going Away, So That When I've Gone And Come Back, I'll Find It At Home.