Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus

The Man Who Has No Mind Of His Own Lends It To The Priests.

Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus Lays Her Cheek To Mire.

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.

On A Starred Night Prince Lucifer Uprose, Tired Of His Dark Dominion Swung The Fiend . . . He Reached A Middle Height, And At The Stars, Which Are The Brain Of Heaven, He Looked, And Sank. Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

A Kiss Is But A Kiss Now! And No Wave Of A Great Flood That Whirls Me To The Sea. But, As You Will! We'll Sit Contentedly, And Eat Our Pot Of Honey On The Grave.