After The Feet Of Beauty Fly My

And All The Loveliest Things There Be Come Simply, So It Seems To Me.

I Would Blossom If I Were A Rose.

I Am Not A Tentative Person. Whatever I Do, I Give Up My Whole Self To It.

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.

Sorrow Like A Ceaseless Rain Beats Upon My Heart. People Twist And Scream In Pain-- Dawn Will Find Them Still Again; This Has Neither Wax Nor Wane, Neither Stop Nor Start.