Love That I Bear Within My Breast

Could Beauty Be Beaten Out, O Youth The Cities Have Sent To Strike At Each Other's Strength, It Is You Who Have Kept Her Alight.

O Ruthless, Perilous, Imperious Hate, You Can Not Thwart The Promptings Of My Soul.

For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes Out Life.

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

Love, Why Have You Sought The Horde Of Spearsmen, Why The Tent Achilles Pitched Beside The River-ford?