The Smoking Flax Before It Burst To

The Star Of The Unconquered Will, He Rises In My Breast, Serene, And Resolute, And Still, And Calm, And Self-possessed.

As Unto The Bow The The Cord Is , So Unto The Man Is Woman; Though She Bends Him, She Obeys Him, Though She Draws Him , Yet She Follows: Useless Each Without The Other.

Noble Souls, Through Dust And Heat, Rise From Disaster And Defeat The Stronger.

And The Bright Faces Of My Young Companions Are Wrinkled Like My Own, Or Are No More.

Make Not Thyself The Judge Of Any Man.