We Are Voyagers, Discoverers Of The Not-known,

A Slight Wind Shakes The Seed-pods My Thoughts Are Spent As The Black Seeds.

For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes Out Life.

O Ruthless, Perilous, Imperious Hate, You Can Not Thwart The Promptings Of My Soul.

Cheat Me Not With Time, With The Dull Ache Of Flesh, For All Flesh Turns, Even The Loveliest Ankle And Frail Thigh, To Bitterest Dust.

Dance Until The Earth Dance.