His Heart Danced Upon Her Movement Like

Love Me. Love My Umbrella.

The Light Music Of Whiskey Falling Into Glasses Made An Agreeable Interlude.

He Was Unheeded, Happy, And Near To The Wild Heart Of Life

The Intellectual Imagination! With Me All Or Not At All. Non Serviam!

And If He Had Judged Her Harshly? If Her Life Were A Simple Rosary Of Hours, Her Life Simple And Strange As A Bird's Life, Gay In The Morning, Restless All Day, Tired At Sundown? Her Heart Simple And Willful As A Bird's Heart?