I Lose And Find Myself In The

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?

I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into Songs.

Wake The Happy Words.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

Light Takes The Tree; But Who Can Tell Us How? The Lowly Worm Climbs Up A Winding Stair; I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. Great Nature Has Another Thing To Do To You And Me, So Take The Lively Air, And, Lovely, Learn By Going Where To Go. This Shaking Keeps Me Steady. I Should Know. What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near. I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.