Love Is Everything. And That's All We

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

Besides The Autumn Poets Sing, A Few Prosaic Days, A Little This Side Of The Snow, And That Side Of The Haze..., Grant Me, Oh Lord, A Sunny Mind- Thy Windy Will To Bear!

Whenever A Thing Is Done For The First Time, It Releases A Little Demon.

You Left Me Boundaries Of Pain Capacious As The Sea, Between Eternity And Time, Your Consciousness And Me.

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.