Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward

Lovers May Come And Go, There Was The Memory Of Blood, The Low Call.

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

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

Ah Love Is Bitter And Sweet, But Which Is More Sweet The Bitterness Or The Sweetness, None Has Spoken It.

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