Allow Me To Say That I Would

I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers Of The Dawn For You.

A Real Building Is One On Which The Eye Can Light And Stay Lit.

A Man Of Genius Has A Right To Any Mode Of Expression.

See, They Return; Ah, See The Tentative Movements, And The Slow Feet, The Trouble In The Pace And The Uncertain Wavering! See, They Return, One, And By One, With Fear, As Half-awakened; As If The Snow Should Hesitate And Murmur In The Wind, And Half Turn Back.

The Ant's A Centaur In His Dragon World.