What Should I Be But Just What

Longing Alone Is Singer To The Lute.

Thus In The Winter Stands The Lonely Tree, Nor Knows What Birds Have Vanished One By One, Yet Knows Its Boughs More Silent Than Before

L Am Not Resigned To The Shutting Away Of Loving Hearts In The Hard Ground. So It Is, And So It Will Be, For So It Has Been, Time Out Of Mind: Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise And The Lovely. Crowned With Lilies And With Laurel They Go; But I Am Not Resigned.

Beautiful As A Dandelion-blossom Golden In The Green Grass, This Life Can Be.

There Is No God. But It Does Not Matter. Man Is Enough.