Songs Consecrate To Truth And Liberty.

I Silently Laugh At My Own Cenotaph, And Out Of The Caverns Of Rain, Like A Child From The Womb, Like A Ghost From The Tomb, I Arise And Unbuild It Again.

For Love And Beauty And Delight, There Is No Death Nor Change.

Strange Thoughts Beget Strange Deeds.

Music, When Soft Voices Die Vibrates In The Memory.

Revenge And Wrong Bring Forth Their Kind; The Foul Cubs Like Their Parents Are.