Earth Is A Merry Damsel,

Narcotics Cannot Still The Tooth. That Nibbles At The Soul

So Proud She Was To Die It Made Us All Ashamed That What We Cherished, So Unknown To Her Desire Seemed. So Satisfied To Go Where None Of Us Should Be, Immediately, That Anguish Stooped Almost To Jealousy.

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

Affection Is Like Bread, Unnoticed Till We Starve, And Then We Dream Of It, And Sing Of It, And Paint It, When Every Urchin In The Street Has More Than He Can Eat.

The Soul Selects Her Own Society.