I Would Blossom If I Were A

Love Is Not All; It Is Not Meat Nor Drink.

The Soul Can Split The Sky In Two And Let The Face Of God Shine Through.

She Is Happy Where She Lies With The Dust Upon Her Eyes.

I Have Loved Badly, Loved The Great Too Soon, Withdrawn My Words Too Late; And Eaten In An Echoing Hall Alone And From A Chipped Plate The Words That I Withdrew Too Late.

Beautiful As A Dandelion-blossom Golden In The Green Grass, This Life Can Be.