And I Walked, I Walked Through The

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

Let Others Probe The Mystery If They Can.time-harried Prisoners Of Shall And Will -the Right Thing Happens To The Happy Man.

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.