Speech Is The Small Change Of Silence.

She Whom I Love Is Hard To Catch And Conquer, Hard, But O The Glory Of The Winning Were She Won!

Full Lasting Is The Song, Though He, / The Singer, Passes.

In Tragic Life, God Wot, No Villain Need Be! Passions Spin The Plot: We Are Betrayed By What Is False Within.

Swift Doth Young Love Flee, And We Stand Wakened, Shivering From Our Dream.

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.