Even With One Companion Ecstasy Is Almost

That Piecemeal Peace Is Poor Peace. What Pure Peace Allows Alarms Of Wars, The Daunting Wars, The Death Of It?

What I Do Is Me, For That I Came.

And The Headbonny Ash That Sits Over The Burn. What Would The World Be, Once Bereft Of Wet And Of Wildness? Let Them Be Left, O Let Them Be Left, Wildness And Wet: Long Live The Weeds And The Wilderness Yet.

For Human Nature, Being More Highly Pitched, Selved, And Distinctive Than Anything In The World, Can Have Been Developed, Evolved,condensed, From The Vastness Of The World Not Anyhow Or By The Working Of Common Powers But Only By One Of Finer Or Higher Pitch And Determination Than Itself.

The World Is Charged With The Grandeur Of God. It Will Flame Out, Like Shining From Shook Foil; It Gathers To A Greatness, Like The Ooze Of Oil Crushed.