Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing, Go To

Incredibly, Inordinately, Devastatingly, Immortally, Calamitously, Hearteningly, Adorably Beautiful.

The Worst Of Slaves Is He Whom Passion Rules.

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow

And In That Heaven Of All Their Wish, There Shall Be No More Land, Say Fish

But The Best I've Known Stays Here, And Changes, Breaks, Grows Old, Is Blown About The Winds Of The World, And Fades From Brains Of Living Men, And Dies.