One Flower May Slay The Winter And

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

But Beauty Is Set Apart, Beauty Is Cast By The Sea, A Barren Rock, Beauty Is Set About With Wrecks Of Ships.

The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.

Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward Me To Learn Of Love.

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.