O To Be A Dragon, A Symbol

Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For A Time.

Truly As The Sun Can Rot Or Mend, Love Can Make One Bestial Or Make A Beast A Man.

When One Is Frank, One's Very Presence Is A Compliment.

Concurring Hands Divide Flax For Damask That When Bleached By Irish Weather Has The Silvered Chamois-leather Water-tightness Of A Skin.

In A Poem The Words Should Be As Pleasing To The Ear As The Meaning Is To The Mind.