I Cut My Teeth As

All Day Long And All Night Through, One Thing Only Must I Do: Quench My Pride And Cool My Blood, Lest I Perish In The Flood.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.

Not For Myself I Make This Prayer, But For This Race Of Mine That Stretches Forth From Shadowed Places Dark Hands For Bread And Wine.

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap