Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

For The Impious Act Begets More After It, Like To The Parent Stock.