Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On

In The Name Of The Bee And Of The Butterfly And Of The Breeze, Amen!

Eternity' Is There, We Say, As Of A Station. Meanwhile, He Is So Near, He Joins Me In My Ramble? Divides Abode With Me? No Friend Have I That So Persists As This Eternity.

I Think Heaven Will Not Be As Good As Earth, Unless It Bring With It That Sweet Power To Remember, Which Is The Staple Of Heaven Here.

I Cling To Nowhere Until I Fall - The Crash Of Nothing.

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