The Whole White World Is

Love Has No Charm When Love Is Swept To Earth: You'd Make A Lop-winged God, Frozen And Contrite, Of God Up-darting, Winged For Passionate Flight.

Luminous, Unfearful; High-priestesses, Our Fervour Shall Banish All Evil.

Escape From The Power Of The Hunting Pack, And To Know That Wisdom Is Best And Beauty Sheer Holiness.

Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor Hate For A Cry, But God With A Song

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