War Is A Fevered God Who Takes

Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your Heaven Less Hell.

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

When You Would Think, "what Was The Use Of It," You'll Remember Something You Can't Grasp And You'll Wonder What It Was.

She Did Not Look At The Daffodils. They Didn't Mean Anything. She Looked At The Daffodils. She Said, 'thank You For The Daffodils.

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.