Taint No Law On Earth Dat Kin

My Head Was Full Of Misty Fumes Of Doubt.

Oh To Be A Pear Tree – Any Tree In Bloom! With Kissing Bees Singing Of The Beginning Of The World!

I Belong To No Race Nor Time. I Am The Eternal Feminine With Its String Of Beads.

She Starched And Ironed Her Face, Forming It Into Just What People Wanted To See.

When Janie Looked Out Of Her Door She Saw The Drifting Mists Gathered In The West -- That Cloud Field Of The Sky -- To Arm Themselves With Thunders And March Forth Against The World. Louder And Higher And Lower And Wider The Sound And Motion Spread, Mounting, Sinking, Darking.