Your Eyes Smile Peace.

The Wombat Is A Joy, A Triumph, A Delight, A Madness!

Gather A Shell From The Strewn Beach And Listen At Its Lips: They Sigh The Same Desire And Mystery, The Echo Of The Whole Sea's Speech.

And Love, Our Light At Night And Shade At Noon,lulls Us To Rest With Songs, And Turns Awayall Shafts Of Shelterless Tumultuous Day.

The Sea Hath No King But God Alone.

Look In My Face; My Name Is Might-have-been; I Am Also Call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.