All Books Are Either Dreams Or Swords,

Oh! To Be A Flower Nodding In The Sun, Bending, Then Upspringing As The Breezes Run.

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin

Freighted With Hope, Crimsoned With Joy, We Scatter The Leaves Of Our Opening Rose.

If What We Worship Fail Us, Still The Fire Burns On, And It Is Much To Have Believed.

Poetry Is The Most Concentrated Form Of Literature; It Is The Most Emotionalized And Powerful Way In Which Thought Can Be Presented.