I Am The Wilderness Lost

There Is A Brotherhood Among The Kindly- Closer And Defter And More Integral- Than Any Of Aisle Or Coven- For Love Rang Out Before The Chapel Bell

I Am Too Rich Already, For My Eyes Mint Gold, While My Heart Cries.

As I See It, Life Is An Effort To Grip Before They Slip Through One's Fingers And Slide Into Oblivion, The Startling, The Ghastly Or The Blindingly Exquisite Fish Of The Imagination Before They Whip Away On The Endless Current And Are Lost For Ever In Oblivion's Black Ocean.

He Saw In Happiness The Seeds Of Independence, And In Independence The Seeds Of Revolt.

Yet Not With All Of Me Am I In Love. Too Much Of My Own Quietness Is With Me.