Mind Is A Light Which The Gods

All This I Bear, For, What I Seek, I Know: Peace, Peace Is What I Seek, And Public Calm: Endless Extinction Of Unhappy Hates.

Six Years-six Little Years-six Drops Of Time.

Men Of Culture Are The True Apostles Of Equality

Oxus, Forgetting The Bright Speed He Had In His High Mountain Cradle In Pamere, A Foiled Circuitous Wanderertill At Last The Longed-for Dash Of Waves Is Heard, And Wide His Luminous Home Of Waters Opens, Bright And Tranquil, From Whose Floor The New-bathed Stars Emerge, And Shine Upon The Aral Sea.

I Keep Saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, You Are As Obscure As Life Is.