I Know What I Want And What

All's Love, Yet All's Law.

Inscribe All Human Effort With One Word, Artistry's Haunting Curse, The Incomplete!

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

Thou Art My Single Day, God Lends To Leaven What Were All Earth Else, With A Feel Of Heaven.

Into The Street The Piper Stepped, Smiling First A Little Smile As If He Knew What Magic Slept In His Quiet Pipe The While. And The Piper Advanced And The Children Followed.