Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

When We Think Of His Lone Effort To Live And Its Bleak Reward, The Mind Turns To The Myth "for His Mercy Endureth Forever," With Confiding Revulsion.

Witchcraft Was Hung, In History, But History And I Find All The Witchcraft That We Need Around Us, Every Day -

I Started Early, Took My Dog, And Visited The Sea; The Mermaids In The Basement Came Out To Look At Me

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.