The Possible's Slow Fuse Is Lit By

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.

The Dearest Ones Of Time, The Strongest Friends Of The Soul--books.

A Bayonet's Contrition Is Nothing To The Dead.

His Labor Is A Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, For A Bee's Experience Of Clovers, And Of Noon!

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar, Ready To Welcome The Ecstatic Experience.