The Heart That Is Not In Love

I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or Respectability. I Want This Music, And This Dawn, And The Warmth Of Your Cheek Against Mine.

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

We Should Ask God To Help Us Toward Manners. Inner Gifts Do Not Find Their Way To Creatures Without Just Respect.

In The Friend-place Nothing True Can Be Said. Let Me Just Be Here.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.