Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die.

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?

To Be Alive──is Power.

A Soft Sea Washed Around The House A Sea Of Summer Air And Rose And Fell The Magic Planks That Sailed Without A Care — For Captain Was The Butterfly For Helmsman Was The Bee And An Entire Universe For The Delighted Crew.

I Hope You Love Birds Too. It Is Economical. It Saves Going To Heaven.

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead I Doubt If Even That From Such A Giant Were Withheld Were Flesh Equivalent But Love Is Tired And Must Sleep, And Hungry And Must Graze And So Abets The Shining Fleet Till It Is Out Of Gaze.