Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You.

A Man Must Be Sacrificed Now And Again To Provide For The Next Generation Of Men.

So With The Stretch Of The White Road Before Me, Shining Snow Crystals Rainbowed By The Sun, Fields That Are White, Stained With Long, Cool, Blue Shadows, Strong With The Strength Of My Horse As We Run. Joy In The Touch Of The Wind And The Sunlight! Joy! With The Vigorous Earth I Am One.

Oh! To Be A Butterfly Still, Upon A Flower, Winking With Its Painted Wings, Happy In The Hour.

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin

Freighted With Hope, Crimsoned With Joy, We Scatter The Leaves Of Our Opening Rose.