Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward

Love Is A Garment Riven In The Light That Rises From Parnassus, Showing The Night Is Over.

I Smiled, I Waited, I Was Circumspect; O Never, Never, Never Write That I Missed Life Or Loving.

There Must Be Real Gods See, The Painted Gods How Fair!

Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of Honey And Marble Implacable White Thighs And Goddess, Chaste Daughter Of Zeus.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.