Who Love Too Much, Hate In The

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain

And Overpowered By Memory Both Men Gave Way To Grief. Priam Wept Freely For Man - Killing Hector, Throbbing, Crouching Before Achilles' Feet As Achilles Wept Himself, Now For His Father, Now For Patroclus Once Again And Their Sobbing Rose And Fell Throughout The House.

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.