Could I Find A Place To Be

I Expect Woman Will Be The Last Thing Civilized By Man.

When I Was Quite A Boy I Had A Spasm Of Religion Which Lasted Six Weeks... But I Never Since Have Swallowed The Christian Fable.

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!

The Sun Is Coming Down To Earth, And The Fields And The Waters Shout To Him Golden Shouts.