The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

But Beauty Is Set Apart, Beauty Is Cast By The Sea, A Barren Rock, Beauty Is Set About With Wrecks Of Ships.

Music Sets Up Ladders, It Makes Us Invisible, It Sets Us Apart, It Lets Us Escape; But From The Visible There Is No Escape.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.