Make Us Happy And You

A Man In Armor Is His Armor's Slave.

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!

Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So He Waited.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.