No One's Serious At Seventeen.

You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss Fluttering, A Tiny Scrap Of Life.

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

Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The Sea

Faith Assuages, Guides, Restores.

To Whom Shall I Hire Myself Out? What Beast Should I Adore? What Holy Image Is Attacked? What Hearts Shall I Break? What Lies Shall I Uphold? In What Blood Tread?