Art Is A Mystery. A Mystery Is

And The Reason That I Laugh And Breathe Is Oh Love

By The Way, A Gendarme Assured Me This Is Not A Prison.

What If A Much Of A Which Of A Wind Gives The Truth To Summer's Lie; Bloodies With Dizzying Leaves The Sun And Yanks Immortal Stars Awry?

A World Of Made Is Not A World Of Born

Love Is The Whole And More Than All.