Longing Alone Is Singer To The Lute.

And Her Voice Is A String Of Colored Beads, Or Steps Leading Into The Sea.

Youth, Have No Pity; Leave No Farthing Here For Age To Invest In Compromise And Fear.

Life Has No Friend.

Guess I'll Weep Awhile. Guess I Won't, I Mean.

Beautiful As A Dandelion-blossom Golden In The Green Grass, This Life Can Be.