Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force

Now From His Breast Into The Eyes The Ache Of Longing Mounted, And He Wept At Last, His Dear Wife, Clear And Faithful, In His Arms, Longed For As The Sunwarmed Earth Is Longed For By A Swimmer Spent In Rough Water Where His Ship Went Down Under Poseidon's Blows, Gale Winds And Tons Of Sea. Few Men Can Keep Alive Through A Big Serf To Crawl, Clotted With Brine, On Kindly Beaches In Joy, In Joy, Knowing The Abyss Behind: And So She Too Rejoiced, Her Gaze Upon Her Husband, Her White Arms Round Him Pressed As Though Forever.

It Is Always The Latest Song That An Audience Applauds The Most.

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

Lay Ye Down The Golden Chain From Heaven, And Pull At Its Inferior Links Both Goddesses And Gods.

I'm A White Male, Age 18 To 49. Everyone Listens To Me, No Matter How Dumb My Suggestions Are.