Art Is A Man's Nature; Nature Is

Death Is Another Life.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.