Je Est Un Autre. (i Is Someone

The Sun, The Hearth Of Affection And Life, Pours Burning Love On The Delighted Earth.

...these Poets Here, You See, They Are Not Of This World:let Them Live Their Strange Life; Let Them Be Cold And Hungry, Let Them Run, Love And Sing: They Are As Rich As Jacques Coeur, All These Silly Children, For They Have Their Souls Full Of Rhymes, Rhymes Which Laugh And Cry, Which Make Us Laugh Or Cry: Let Them Live: God Blesses All The Merciful: And The World Blesses The Poets.

I Have Stretched Ropes From Steeple To Steeple; Garlands From Window To Window; Golden Chains From Star To Star, And I Dance.

I Went Out Under The Sky, Muse! And I Was Your Vassal.

I May Die Of Earthly Love, Or Of Devotion.