And There My Little Doves

As The Moths Around A Taper, As The Bees Around A Rose, As The Gnats Around A Vapour, So The Spirits Group And Close Round About A Holy Childhood, As If Drinking Its Repose.

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

And I Must Bear What Is Ordained With Patience, Being Aware Necessity Doth Front The Universe With An Invincible Gesture.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.