I Wish I Were The Lily's Leaf

I Love You For The Part Of Me That You Bring Out.

Nosegays! Leave Them For The Waking, Throw Them Earthward Where They Grew Dim Are Such, Beside The Breaking Amaranths He Looks Unto. Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

Will That Light Come Again, As Now These Tears Come...falling Hot And Real!

And Is It Not The Chief Good Of Money, The Being Free From The Need Of Thinking Of It?

All Actual Heroes Are Essential Men, And All Men Possible Heroes.