Time And Tide Wait For No Man,

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

There Never Was Any Heart Truly Great And Generous, That Was Not Also Tender And Compassionate.

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Thy Leaves Have Ripened To The Fall; Tomorrow's Wind, If It Be Wild, Should Waste Them All. The Crows Above The Forest Call; Tomorrow They May Form And Go. O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow. Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief. Hearts Not Averse To Being Beguiled, Beguile Us In The Way You Know. Release One Leaf At Break Of Day; At Noon Release Another Leaf; One From Our Trees, One Far Away.

The Only Certain Freedom's In Departure.

I Could Give All To Time Except--except What I Myself Have Held.