It Is No Madness To Say You

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.

I Smiled, I Waited, I Was Circumspect; O Never, Never, Never Write That I Missed Life Or Loving.

O Happy, Happy Each Man Whom Predestined Fate Leads To The Holy Rite Of Hill And Mountain Worship.

Could Beauty Be Beaten Out, O Youth The Cities Have Sent To Strike At Each Other's Strength, It Is You Who Have Kept Her Alight.