Safe Upon The Solid Rock The Ugly

I Am Not Afraid Of Lawyers As I Used To Be. They Are Lambs In Wolves' Clothing.

No One But Night, With Tears On Her Dark Face, Watches Beside Me In This Windy Place.

Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart. I Took Your Thrust, Whereby I Since Am Slain, And I Lie Disheveled In The Grass Apart, A Sodden Thing Bedrenched By Tears And Rain.

That Is My Being, The Madness Of An Unaccustomed Mood.

I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart, And Not The Full Four Seasons Of The Year.