The Air Is All Softness.

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.

The Air Is All Softness.

And Shade The Violets, That They May Bind The Moss In Leafy Nets.

You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

O Aching Time! O Moments Big As Years!