I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt,

She Did Not Look At The Daffodils. They Didn't Mean Anything. She Looked At The Daffodils. She Said, 'thank You For The Daffodils.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

Luminous, Unfearful; High-priestesses, Our Fervour Shall Banish All Evil.

Thoth, Hermes, The Stylus, The Palette, The Pen, The Quill Endure, Though Our Books Are A Floor Of Smouldering Ash Under Our Feet.

O Happy, Happy Each Man Whom Predestined Fate Leads To The Holy Rite Of Hill And Mountain Worship.