I Love You, What Star Do You

Poetry Will Absorb And Transmute, As It Always Has Done, And Glorify, All That We Can Know.

Forward Into The Untrodden! Courage, Old Man, And Hold On To Your Umbrella!

No God Save Self, That Is The Way To Live.

The Wandering One, The Inquisitive Dreamer Of Dreams, The Eternal Asker Of Answers, Stands In The Street, And Lifts His Palms For The First Cold Ghost Of Rain.

I Love You, What Star Do You Live On?