Ardent Yet Chill And Formal, How I

Love Is A Garment Riven In The Light That Rises From Parnassus, Showing The Night Is Over.

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.

Love That I Bear Within My Breast How Is My Armour Melted How My Heart

No One Knows The Colour Of A Flower Till It Is Broken.

I Myself Have Seen The Floating Ships And Nothing Will Ever Be The Same The Shouts, The Harrowing Voices Within The House. I Stand Apart With An Army: My Mind Is Graven With Ships.