As Kingfishers Catch Fire, Dragonflies Draw Flame

I Have Desired To Go Where Springs Not Fail, To Fields Where Flies No Sharp And Sided Hail And A Few Lilies Blow.

Horrible To Say, In A Manner I Am A Communist.

I Say That We Are Wound With Mercy Round And Round As If With Air.

Religion, You Know, Enters Very Deep; In Reality It Is The Deepest Impression I Have In Speaking To People, That They Are Or That They Are Not Of My Religion.

Glory Be To God For Dappled Things.