No One Knows, The Heart Of A

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.

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

Dance Until The Earth Dance.

Our Minds Can Go No Further. The Human Imagination Is Capable Of No Further Expression Of Beauty Than The Carved Owl Of Athene, The Archaic, Marble Serpent, The Arrogant Selfish Head Of The Acropolis Apollo.