My Eye-balls Are Glass, My

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

But Beauty Is Set Apart, Beauty Is Cast By The Sea, A Barren Rock, Beauty Is Set About With Wrecks Of Ships.

One Flower May Slay The Winter And Meet Death.

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.

There Must Be Real Gods See, The Painted Gods How Fair!