In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear

In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Graze On My Lips; And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

The Past Is Prologue.