And I Walked, I Walked Through The

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

Love Is Not Love Until Love's Vulnerable.

The Indignity Of It!- With Everything Blooming Above Me, Lilies, Pale-pink Cyclamen, Roses, Whole Fields Lovely And Inviolate,- Me Down In The Fetor Of Weeds, Crawling On All Fours, Alive, In A Slippery Grave.

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.