I Wish I Could Find An Event

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.