Just Now The Lilac Is In Bloom

Store Up Reservoirs Of Calm And Content And Draw On Them At Later Moments When The Source Isn't There, But The Need Is Very Great.

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow

But Somewhere, Beyond Space And Time, Is Wetter Water, Slimier Slime! And There (they Trust) There Swimmeth One Who Swam Ere Rivers Were Begun, Immense Of Fishy Form And Mind, Squamous Omnipotent, And Kind.

I Thought When Love For You Died, I Should Die. It's Dead. Alone, Most Strangely, I Live On.

There's Little Comfort In The Wise