Deep In Their Roots, All

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?