For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes

Could Beauty Be Beaten Out, O Youth The Cities Have Sent To Strike At Each Other's Strength, It Is You Who Have Kept Her Alight.

I Spit Honey Out Of My Mouth: Nothing Is Second-best After The Sweet Of Eros.

Our Minds Can Go No Further. The Human Imagination Is Capable Of No Further Expression Of Beauty Than The Carved Owl Of Athene, The Archaic, Marble Serpent, The Arrogant Selfish Head Of The Acropolis Apollo.

O Ruthless, Perilous, Imperious Hate, You Can Not Thwart The Promptings Of My Soul.

Fall The Deep Curtains, Delicate The Weave, Fair The Thread.