If I Am Going To Be A

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.

Give But A Grain Of The Heart's Rich Seed, Confine Some Under Cover, And When Love Goes, Bid Him God-speed. And Find Another Lover.

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark