Be Of Love A Little More Careful

Worms Are The Words But Joy's The Voice

Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moon Perching On This Silver Minute Of Evening

O Gouvernment Francais, I Think It Was Not Very Clever Of You To Put This Terrible Doll In La Ferte; For When Governments Are Found Dead There Is Always A Little Doll On Top Of Them, Pulling And Tweaking With His Little Hands To Get Back At The Microscopic Knife Which Sticks Firmly In The Quiet Meat Of Their Hearts.

What Time Is It? It Is By Every Star A Different Time, And Each Most Falsely True.

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty Thou Answereth Them Only With Spring.