I Am Sailing With Thee Through The

I Am Sailing With Thee Through The Dizzy Sky! How Beautiful Thou Art!

Let Us Not Go Hurrying About And Collecting Honey, Bee-like Buzzing Here And There For A Knowledge Of What Is Not To Be Arrived At, But Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive, Budding Patiently Under The Eye Of Apollo, And Taking Hints From Every Noble Insect That Favours Us With A Visit - Sap Will Be Given Us For Meat And Dew For Drink.

So Let Me Be Thy Choir, And Make A Moan Upon The Midnight Hours.

Asleep In Lap Of Legends Old.

Who Would Wish To Be Among The Commonplace Crowd Of The Little Famous - Who Are Each Individually Lost In A Throng Made Up Of Themselves?