I Count Life Just A Stuff To

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.