O Have A Care Of Natures That

On A Starred Night Prince Lucifer Uprose, Tired Of His Dark Dominion Swung The Fiend . . . He Reached A Middle Height, And At The Stars, Which Are The Brain Of Heaven, He Looked, And Sank. Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

The Sun Is Coming Down To Earth, And The Fields And The Waters Shout To Him Golden Shouts.

The Most Dire Disaster In Love Is The Death Of Imagination.

Cynicism Is Intellectual Dandyism.

For Singing Till His Heaven Fills, 'tis Love Of Earth That He Instills, And Ever Winging Up And Up, Our Valley Is His Golden Cup, And He The Wine Which Over Flows To Lift Us With Him As He Goes.