I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship

But Only Agony, And That Has Ending; And The Worst Friend And Enemy Is But Death.

Love Is A Breach In The Walls, A Broken Gate, Love Sells The Proud Heart's Citadel To Fate.

Mud Unto Mud!--death Eddies Near-- Not Here The Appointed End, Not Here! But Somewhere, Beyond Space And Time, Is Wetter Water, Slimier Slime!

And In That Heaven Of All Their Wish, There Shall Be No More Land, Say Fish

Blow Out, You Bugles, Over The Rich Dead! There's None Of These So Lonely And Poor Of Old, But, Dying, Has Made Us Rarer Gifts Than Gold.