The Worst Of Slaves Is He Whom

Spend In Pure Converse Our Eternal Day; Think Each In Each, Immediately Wise; Learn All We Lacked Before; Hear, Know, And Say What This Tumultuous Body Now Denies; And Feel, Who Have Laid Our Groping Hands Away; And See, No Longer Blinded By Our Eyes.

Breathless, We Flung Us On A Windy Hill, Laughed In The Sun, And Kissed The Lovely Grass.

The Worst Of Slaves Is He Whom Passion Rules.

All The Little Emptiness Of Love!

A Kiss Makes The Heart Young Again And Wipes Out The Years.