I Could Not Accept From Wisdom What

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.

No One Knows, The Heart Of A Child, How It Grows Until It Is Too Late.

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

Long Hours Trail In Their Purple And Long Years Are Lost In Just This Moment While Our Souls Are Near, Our Mouths Separate.

Escape From The Power Of The Hunting Pack, And To Know That Wisdom Is Best And Beauty Sheer Holiness.