Ah Love Is Bitter And Sweet, But

I Smiled, I Waited, I Was Circumspect; O Never, Never, Never Write That I Missed Life Or Loving.

Our Minds Can Go No Further. The Human Imagination Is Capable Of No Further Expression Of Beauty Than The Carved Owl Of Athene, The Archaic, Marble Serpent, The Arrogant Selfish Head Of The Acropolis Apollo.

One Flower May Slay The Winter And Meet Death.

Lovers May Come And Go, There Was The Memory Of Blood, The Low Call.

There Must Be Real Gods See, The Painted Gods How Fair!