In Each Fire There Is A Spirit;

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame, And His Desire And All His Life Drift Past Him Like A Dream, And The Traces Of His Memory Fade From Time Like Smoke In Air, Or Ripples On A Stream.

I Did Not Die, And Yet I Lost Life’s Breath

And We Came Forth To Contemplate The Stars.

If The Present World Go Astray, The Cause Is In You, In You It Is To Be Sought.

They Yearn For What They Fear For.