My! Ain't Men Blinder'n Moles?

Time! Joyless Emblem Of The Greed Of Millions, Robber Of The Best Which Earth Can Give.

Witches Are Moon-birds, Witches Are The Women Of The False, Beautiful Moon.

Poetry, Far More Than Fiction, Reveals The Soul Of Humanity.

How Loud Clocks Can Tick When A Room Is Empty, And One Is Alone!

Freighted With Hope, Crimsoned With Joy, We Scatter The Leaves Of Our Opening Rose.