Nothing Recedes Like Progress.

A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away And Blown The Sky Away And All The Leaves Away, And The Trees Stand. I Think, I Too, Have Known Autumn Too Long.

Yes Is A World & In This World Of Yes Live (skilfully Curled) All Worlds

Guilt Is The Cause Of More Marauders Than History's Most Obscene Disauders

In The Street Of The Sky Night Walks Scattering Poems

All Which Isn't Singing Is Mere Talking... And All Talking's To Oneself Alone But The Very Song Of (as Mountains Feel And Lovers) Singing Is Silence.