Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show

Now From His Breast Into The Eyes The Ache Of Longing Mounted, And He Wept At Last, His Dear Wife, Clear And Faithful, In His Arms, Longed For As The Sunwarmed Earth Is Longed For By A Swimmer Spent In Rough Water Where His Ship Went Down Under Poseidon's Blows, Gale Winds And Tons Of Sea. Few Men Can Keep Alive Through A Big Serf To Crawl, Clotted With Brine, On Kindly Beaches In Joy, In Joy, Knowing The Abyss Behind: And So She Too Rejoiced, Her Gaze Upon Her Husband, Her White Arms Round Him Pressed As Though Forever.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

The Hearts Of Great Men Can Be Changed.

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.

I'm Satisfied. It's Straight,...but It's Just So Hot, And I'm Just So Fraustrated.