It Is Always The Season For The

Making It A Valid Law To Learn By Suffering.

For In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.