Love That I Bear Within My Breast

Could Beauty Be Beaten Out, O Youth The Cities Have Sent To Strike At Each Other's Strength, It Is You Who Have Kept Her Alight.

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.

I Testify To Rainbow Feathers, To The Span Of Heaven And Walls Of Colour, The Colonnades Of Jasper.

No One Knows The Colour Of A Flower Till It Is Broken.

Love Is A Garment Riven In The Light That Rises From Parnassus, Showing The Night Is Over.